I have ridden
Long and far
From my homeland
In search
Of this man.
He holds the key
To my survival
In this world.
He is immortal,
But dead.
I am of Faerie,
And this world
Is draining me…
I need his secret—
For I need to live
Because I am the
Ambassador
Of Faerie
To Earth
And many other
Realms.
Not many can see
Me,
But those
That do,
Quickly forget
That they ever
Saw me.
I have found
The town
Where he is supposedly
Found—Crystal Lake.
But where
Are the people?
Ah, well, they would
Be of no help,
Anyways.
So I ride on,
Heading into the forest.
The buildings
I have found
Are in a decaying
State.
I smell
The stench of death.
He must be around.
Here he comes,
The smell is becoming stronger
And I can hear
Leaves rustling,
Twigs snapping,
Branches bending
And breaking.
I wheel my horse
Around in the direction
Of the noise
To face him.
He comes.
"Gray ma col."
(You stop now.)
He stops just
A few feet
From me
In mid-stride.
I ride up to him,
As he watches me
Warily.
I place my hand
Upon his head
And "drink"
Of his life-force,
His immortality.
It harms
Him not.
I release him
From my hand
And my magick spell.
He was not harmed
And I ride away,
Satisfied once again.