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Of Angel Wings and Fae Moonbeams....

Whilst dancing freely o'er the dewy fields,
as pixie moonbeams leapt 'round us to and fro,
we chanced to hear the wisp of angels' wings,
as they brought their host down to the earth below.

We stopped perchance to catch a glimpse,
of the oft dreamt of creatures we'd denied,
such things as weren't fashion were easier to dismiss,
an open scoff could easily mask the truths that lay inside. 

On muted steps with muffled breath,
we traced the wooded path from where the wings had ceased,
in hopes to find what ne'er we would have sought,
for never do you seek what stern belief claims could never be.

Yet, so sure were we the sound we heard was real,
though in our hearts we tried to hold fast our old beliefs,
in one breath our tongues did all our old truths repeal,
and with the next, speak new truths as if they'd been our only creed.

Such frivolous acts we'd played tonight,
t'were better that we sought a higher path,
our minds now full of oaths for our new rite,
abandoned were the games of childish pasts.

Cavansallagh Townland. I chanced a shot agains...

We set out from the darkened wood in search of angel wings,
the sound had led us forth toward the rising sun,
whose light did scorch our unaccustomed eyes,
and yet no sign of wings could anywhere be found.

Where were the angel wings that led us from our dance,
where were the wings that pulled us from the dark,
where were the ones who promised eternal wisdom,
the ones who claimed to know our heart?

Weren't those the stories we had heard,
weren't those the truths we had turned away,
from which we sought a much more fashionable word,
where were those truths now at the end of days?

We searched and searched but nothing could be found,
no sight of wing nor creature that they bore,
discouraged, once again we turned to face the darkened moon,
but, found, alas, that path no longer open as before.

What truths were left us now that we'd denied,
both truths we'd scoffed and then the truths we'd sought,
now we ask, what's left to hide behind,
no angel wings, nor fae moonbeams, alone and naked in the dark.



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