In a glade where twilight lingers,
Where the air is thick with ancient song,
A faerie danced on petals bright,
Her wings aglow in fading light.
She twirled beneath an elder tree,
Her laughter light, her spirit free,
When from the shadows, soft and deep,
A wizard came with secrets sweet.
His beard graying silver, his eyes like flame,
And with a nod, he spoke her name,
“Forest Fair, care to share a pipe with me?
A gift of mortal magic, ’tis fine this pleasant weed.”
He produced forth wit a fine old pipe,
Tight grained briar touched with gold,
Its smoke a swirl of colors wild,
A spell for the wise, a dream for the child.
The faerie smiled, her eyes alight,
She took the pipe with fingers slight,
And as she drew that fragrant breath,
The world around shifted and light withdrew, a quiet theft.
The trees grew tall, their branches spread,
The stars above turned silver thread,
But deeper still the air did hum,
As time itself came undone.
The ground beneath her seemed to sigh,
The roots below began to cry,
With every pulse the earth it spoke!
Of ancient secrets, from long ago.
The faerie’s sight grew sharp, surreal,
She felt the wind, each whispered thrill,
And in her heart, a thousand years,
Became a breath, dispelling fears.
The wizard too, his eyes grew wide,
As magic wove through land and tide,
The night forest settled to a gentle song,
Echoing realms where spirits throng.
And in this moment, the veil grew thin,
Where life and death entwined within,
And all that was, and all could be,
Unraveled in shared reverie.
The trees swayed gently, their branches kind,
fireflies danced with pixies playful,
And through the night, a gentle roar,
The earth then trembled, and from the heavens he soared—
Yes, a dragon came, with shimmering scales purple and green,
His eyes very wise, his heart serene,
He circled twice before he softly settled,
And spread his great wings ‘round those who reveled.
“Greetings, friend,” this wizard spoke,
His voice like wind, his words a cloak,
The dragon nodded, smoke unfurled,
His voice a rumble, ancient, swirled.
“I bring you peace, and tales to tell,
Of lands beyond, of skies vast and rare,
And in this pipe, a bond we'll weave,
Of magics deep, where dreams believe.”
The faerie laughed, her spirit bright,
The wizard’s eyes held quiet might,
The dragon hummed a tune quite low,
The midnight forest thrummed and glowed.
Together there, they passed the pipe,
Their minds a dance, conversations ripe,
Of spectre hordes, and worlds unseen,
Of faerie lore and wizards schemes.
The dragon shared his fiery breath,
A warmth that banished fear of death,
The faerie sang of moonlit streams,
The wizard shared more distant dreams.
And as night began to fade,
The glade returned, no spell displayed,
Yet in their hearts, their bond was made,
Of friendship strong, that would not fade.
The faerie kissed the dragon’s brow,
The wizard bowed, and made solemn vows,
“To meet again, when stars align,
And share once more rich smoke’s design.”
The dragon rose, with wings outspread,
The faerie flew, her laughter led,
The wizard watched with knowing smile,
For in their bond, there was no guile.
And so they parted, friends indeed,
Bound by magic, not by need,
The pipe a symbol, old and wise,
Of tales yet told ‘neath magic skies.
