Maiden Wilde

MAIDEN WILDE
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In the darkest, blackest midnight wood,
Two footsteps ran as fast as they could,
Headed where the brambles stood
Went the form of a maiden Wilde.
The branches crunched beneath her feet,
Reminding her of a music sweet,
As steady as her own heartbeat
In the chest of this maiden Wilde.

No moonlight shown from up on high;
Fell darkness reigned across the sky
Without a single star to spy
On the heart of this maiden Wilde.
A quiet love within her breast
Swelled with song above the rest
Made silent a fear that would contest
The new joy of this maiden Wilde.

Love be strong and love be true:
Shine its warmth on all that you do,
And Luna cast her blessings on you...

This maiden kind, this maiden fair
Shuffled her feet as she waited there,
The subject of many a red-eyed stare
Sharp upon this maiden Wilde.
Her snowy braid about her swung;
Laughter danced upon her tongue.
Oblivious, she was among
Those with hate for the maiden's Wilde.

But here's a secret to be known:
This lady Wilde is never alone,
For the New Moon is the end of the Crone -
It's the birth of the Maiden mild.
Though a shadow reigns above
Its emptiness is never rid of
That shining hope which will conjure love
In the soul of this maiden Wilde.

Love be strong and love be true:
Shine its warmth on all that you do,
And Luna cast her blessings on you...

Then she turned, and there he stood,
Stepping forward out from the wood,
His own heart full of strange things good
Came the form of a wyrden child.
A question rose upon her lips;
Gaze lifting to his antennaes' tips
So high up that he did eclipse
The small form of this elfen Wilde.

Out she stretched her hands to clasp
The kephera's most earnest grasp,
And 'twixt them rose a soft, shy gasp -
A bashful chirr from the wyrden child.
"It doesn't matter where you go:
Ours is a thing that will only grow.
Yours is a heart that I'd like to know,"
Came from the mouth of the maiden Wilde.

Love be strong and love be true:
Shine its warmth on all that you do,
And Luna cast her blessings on you...

Though the night was black as Crow,
Through her, the moon's grace was aglow,
Glittering like the sun on snow,
Alight was the maiden Wilde.
Though his Spirit's dark as sin,
For her, he could welcome light in
And truest joy could then begin,
He with the maiden Wilde.

Love be strong and love be true:
Shine its warmth on all that you do,
And Luna cast her blessings on you...