(I wrote this one at KittyHorse's request. I am still working on a cuccoo
and market dog poem, and they will be posted here sometime this week. Keep
watching for them)
The Fairy Boy (Epona)
I was but a bashful yearling
When the fairy boy first came.
I was contentedly listening
As my red-headed mistress
Lightly hummed my melody,
And so I started
When I viewed his shadow
In the grass near me.
The fairy boy innocently looked at me
But I knew the evils of little boys
And their cruel sling-shots
So I retreated as far as I could away from him.
He and his little fairy
Calmly crossed the distance to my little mistress
Who seemed to recognize him,
But from where, I had no clue.
They chatted in their soft voices
Indicating to me several times
And my mistress was left blushing
As the fairy boy made his way to me,
Lightly cooing and reaching out towards me with his hands,
But, being the shy little colt that I was,
I fled away, nervous of what he may do
If he came too close to me.
The boy, scratching his head,
Went back to my mistress
Who seemed liked she was neighing
With a strange expression on her face...
Isn't that what
The two-legged ones called laughing?
Eventually, the boy took out an odd instrument
That I had never seen before,
And with my mistress's voice guiding him
He played my favorite melody.
At first, I just stared in wonder at him
But as the song continued
I found myself trotting towards him,
And I almost made the fairy boy
Fall over in my affection towards him.
Now, at the prime of my life,
He comes back,
Only taller than I can last remember him
And he comes when my home
Is no longer as peaceful at it had once been.
An evil man,
Who refers to himself as the Great Ingo,
Has enslaved the life of the farm
My mistress and I included.
My poor lovely mistress
Is no longer cheerful
But depressed
And I can feel her soul
Give up all hope
And she is dying in her misery.
And with my mistress,
I had long since given up on hope
And have become reckless and bitter in turn,
Hurting all who attempt to ride me.
So, as I look at this fairy boy
Remembering his scent
From so long ago,
I can only wish
That he will free my mistress and I
From the clutches of evil
And deliver us into the arms of freedom.
and market dog poem, and they will be posted here sometime this week. Keep
watching for them)
The Fairy Boy (Epona)
I was but a bashful yearling
When the fairy boy first came.
I was contentedly listening
As my red-headed mistress
Lightly hummed my melody,
And so I started
When I viewed his shadow
In the grass near me.
The fairy boy innocently looked at me
But I knew the evils of little boys
And their cruel sling-shots
So I retreated as far as I could away from him.
He and his little fairy
Calmly crossed the distance to my little mistress
Who seemed to recognize him,
But from where, I had no clue.
They chatted in their soft voices
Indicating to me several times
And my mistress was left blushing
As the fairy boy made his way to me,
Lightly cooing and reaching out towards me with his hands,
But, being the shy little colt that I was,
I fled away, nervous of what he may do
If he came too close to me.
The boy, scratching his head,
Went back to my mistress
Who seemed liked she was neighing
With a strange expression on her face...
Isn't that what
The two-legged ones called laughing?
Eventually, the boy took out an odd instrument
That I had never seen before,
And with my mistress's voice guiding him
He played my favorite melody.
At first, I just stared in wonder at him
But as the song continued
I found myself trotting towards him,
And I almost made the fairy boy
Fall over in my affection towards him.
Now, at the prime of my life,
He comes back,
Only taller than I can last remember him
And he comes when my home
Is no longer as peaceful at it had once been.
An evil man,
Who refers to himself as the Great Ingo,
Has enslaved the life of the farm
My mistress and I included.
My poor lovely mistress
Is no longer cheerful
But depressed
And I can feel her soul
Give up all hope
And she is dying in her misery.
And with my mistress,
I had long since given up on hope
And have become reckless and bitter in turn,
Hurting all who attempt to ride me.
So, as I look at this fairy boy
Remembering his scent
From so long ago,
I can only wish
That he will free my mistress and I
From the clutches of evil
And deliver us into the arms of freedom.
