The Dark Man
This poem is based on Mythology
She sits above all her domain
an affaire is her delight.
Her love of life you understand:
to keep the reins in tight.
She rules her realm, all fairy land.
Dark man dotes on his queen,
to fetch her tea, or raise his hand
merely to help her preen.
A strong black steed he often rides
into the land of man;
to bring the one of her desire
to her in fairy land.
He rides in haste with one intent
with just one thought in mind;
to get to where he wants to go,
find who he wants to find.
He never speaks, yet in command
no one can disobey.
The one intended mounts behind,
they soon are on their way.
Dark man explains, the man can’t tell
secrets exposed to him.
Or boast of powers he may gain,
not now, or future dim.
For should he fail and break his word,
Dark Man will make him beg.
Will take his eye with fairy sight
or wither arm or leg.
The fairy queen, no gossip wants.
Discretion is her key.
To guard her puritan “delight”
what has to be will be.
© Oct 13, 2011 Charles Henderson
For Deb’s Creepy Irish Creatures contest
placed 2nd in the contest
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