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Red hair worn in plaits, always with a smile.
Amber Hawkes, the female wizard with a spellbook on her hip
Her eyes meet with the dragon's glare, and she's ready for the fight
No fear in her heart, her magic will ignite


Amber Hawkes, with her spells of fire and ice
She'll take on any challenge, and she won't think twice
Through the trials and the flames, she'll emerge victorious
For Amber Hawkes is the hero, always glorious


The dragon's breath was fierce, its flames were hot
But Amber's magic shielded, and she fought with all she's got
The battle raged on, as the dragon continued to roar
But Amber's spells were stronger, and she couldn't be ignored

Amber Hawkes, with her spells of fire and ice
She'll take on any challenge, and she won't think twice
Through the trials and the flames, she'll emerge victorious/ For Amber Hawkes is the hero, always glorious


The dragon let out a final roar, as it fell to the ground
Amber stood victorious, with no need to look around
For the spell book on her hip, and the magic in her soul
She's Amber Hawkes, the wizard, and she's unstoppable


Amber Hawkes, with her spells of fire and ice
She'll take on any challenge, and she won't think twice
Through the trials and the flames, she'll emerge victorious
For Amber Hawkes is the hero, always glorious.

With horse chestnut leaf wings,
and the softest light steps;
by old willows still pond,
came the granting of dreams.

To a secret walled garden,
they danced with raised knees;
fair sylvan fairies,
following soft summer seeds.

Around old verdant paths,
to the bearded moss bench;
skipped the winged dyad daughters,
under a sky without tears.

'To Pooh-stick Bridge',
one young daughter then cried;
with a twirl of her hem
and wave of her wand.

Down the woods sun dappled path,
alongside the chuckling stream;
guided by the small hand,
of the fairest fairy queen,

Journeyed three searching
for the pixie-up-sticks,
A small one; and a short one;
and a knobbly one still on the tree.

With horse chestnut leaves still,
and the softest lights stepped;
from their own Pooh-stick bridge,
came the descending until,

To the other side all excited,
they whirled round to see;
All shinny faced fairies,
until winners counted three.

Around pine cones and acorns,
over blades of lighted grass;
flew the leafing winged sisters,
under a sky without loss.

But someone old and summer passing
broke the enchantment that day;
and their wands went in the rubbish;
and cried for wings dried away.


Keith Chapman 2011

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp ***
[ XI ]
*** Snowflakes ***



“When
All
Wear white,
Sign
Of peace;
- Snow
Flakes,
- My soul
At ease –

*** Root ***

Bless
Thee,
O, soul! -
As
Only He
Wakes
All,
- To warmth,
Or freeze –

*** Root ***

Each
Peak
- Thus pray,
Thoughts
Seem to
Cease,
While
Snow melts
Cold breeze – ”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

Oh! it's a lovely beautiful day
which makes me all happy and gay
It comes with the crimson morn
and then takes me to the heavenly sojourn
The sun is shining in clear blue sky
it's beyond my thinking, up and high
This is the day of everyone's choice
who is that who does not rejoice?

Brandobaris just stood
holding his sisters stalk of wheat
And the dragon breathed in
And the dragon breathed in
and in and in and in
and then?

The dragon breathed out breath of fire
But Brandobaris was no longer staning there
For he had flipped up in to the air
To Land down on the old reds back
Such an elegant jump what a leap
A somersault with half twist, landing firmly on his feet
An Arm raised up holding high his sisters stalk of wheat
And then he began to Whack
whack wack whack
went the stalk of wheat
all allong the side of the dragons hide
and it knocked him off his feet

Crack Crack Carck
The wheat stalk seemed to sing,
and although it tried the dragon could not fly
as Brandobaris beat his wings

smack smack smack
again and again and again
till the dragon had to run away
for it could not stand the pain

From the cave to the valley all the way down
Whiping the crying dragon in to the town
and all of the Hin there gathered round
for of that dragon they had no more fear
Brandobaris told the Dragon leave and soon
if you ever came back. I'll beat you with my Mothers broom
And unlike my sisters wheat stalk it will put you in a tomb.
The dragon flew away, and all the Hin folk gave a cheer

What of the Dragon treasure? you may all ask
the towns folk had a skeaking task
All Part of the plan now unmasked
It involves a secret door
The Game was so Brandobaris could disstract
while Hin snuck in the cave behind the dragons back
they loaded on treasure took it away in sacks
of what he stole they got back ten times more

So the celerbration party did begin
Lasting for a week or more. You know's us Hin
But in joy there was some Sorrow remembering lost Kin
But they knew they'd all meet again someday
To the hero of the Hour they gave many many grand toasts
They filled him up with pie and beer they were the perfect hosts
before the party was over They had laid away all ghosts
But by then Brandobaris had quietly slipped away

Now along a dusty road bestrides
Mischief twinkling in his kind eyes
Under curly brown hair a face so wise
with a knowing little grin
Allthough not thin not roly-poly,
whistling a tune so Jolly
You could not be melancholy
there goes a very merry Hin

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp ***
[ X ]
*** As above.. ***



“Dusk rings; –
***
Twin clouds;
***
Life charm, -
***
Soul soothe;
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Nine skies; -
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Dream bells –
***
Hearts melt;
***
Space curves, –
***
Time stops.
***

*** Roots (1-4) (2/3) (4/5) (6) {9} ***

Deep flute:
***
Heart path –
***
Wind blows –
***
Sweet trills…
***
Eye seek rest
***
Dream realms; -
***
Clouds of peace; -
***
Far of sight…
***
Lands with saints…
***

*** Roots (1-4) (2:3) (4/5/6) {9} ***

Search deep –
***
Beam flows …
***
Heart waves –
***
Soul vibes;
***
Core of now:
***
Mind stirs …
***
Life spring; -
***
Switch tones,
***
Rest in peace…“
***





©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

Along a dusty road I spied
Mischief twinkling in his kind eyes
Under curly brown hair a face so wise
with a knowing little grin
Allthough not thin not roly-poly,
whistling a tune so Jolly
You could not be melancholy
Comes a very merry Hin

This hins name was Brandobaris
And into a Hin town he did trot
Sat down near the well in a shady-Spot,
underneath a chestnut tree.
Looking a round for a while,
he saw many HIn and got quite riled
For not one Hin of them had smiled,
or offered him a cup of tea

He realised something was wrong
Mayhap he really knew it all along
not that important for this song
But what is, is what He saw
Clothes ragged exhausted hin
Hungry Children looking so thin
Fresh graves in a green field, and unhappy Kin
When he saw this Brandobaris swore

He saw Hin faces full of fear
So asked them what was happening here
Then an Elder spoke with little Cheer
About everything that had gone on
Speaking of the terrible plight
That had come to plague them one dark night
How it filled the town's folk full of fright
He told Brandybois of the Dragon
This Red Dragon living in a cave
Had stolen all, and made them slaves
And those hin who fought back now filled graves
And in the green field now do lie
All the town's goats pigs sheep and fowl
Have to go feed the dragon now
Of a way out they did now know how
Saddness filled Brandobaris eyes

Then Brandobaris had a thought so cunning
The very depths of trickery it would be plumming
So devious in scope it was stunning
Brandobaris told them of his Plan
Listening to him their eyes went wide
In truth many Hin there even smiled
If his plan worked they win back their pride
and drive the dragon from town

So the very next morning he made his way
Up the mountain side to make the dragon pay
Chuckling with glee at trick he would play
He entered the Dragon's cave
The dragon lay there at it's repose
He awoke it, bouncing gold coins off it's nose
and from piles of treasure the old red angrily arose
Then to the dragon, This challenge he gave
A game of Cards with stakes very high
With all rules you must complie
And if I win away you must fly
treasure you have. you can be keepin'
We will both play without any deceit.
But I give fair warning if I you try to cheat
I'll give you a beating With my sisters stalk of wheat
If I lose, then I will be eaten

So this old evil red dragon cunning and wry
agreed to all rules, but he did lie,
thinking his appetite it would sharpen, with a smile so sly
and He'd eat this hin anyway.
Although the Old red thought the whole thing absurd
Beating this Hin wouldn't be so so hard
So the hin and the dragon started playing cards
and they played for many a many a long day


So they played cribbage, gin rummy, beggar-my-neighbour, go fish,
monte, seven-up, Snap, canasta and whist
poker pontoon canfield even switch.
And many a games I cant name
Day After day they played, never slackening in pace
wishing he never agreed to this in-the-first-place
for every hand the Dragon lost,
to him-was a slap-in -the-face.
And the dragon he lost every game
Nine hundred and ninety games went by
This just isnt right, the dragon he cried
I think you are cheating, the dragon he lied
this is'nt fair on me
Brandobaris then produced three cups and a Ball,
he said, one last game then? Winner take all?
to the winner the glory, to the loser the fall
one last game for victory?

Brandobaris placed the small ball under a cup
His hands moved in a Blur as he mixed them all up
The Dagron choose badly, he just had no luck
Poor Dragon, Oh what a shame
Up stood Brandobaris and he did say
You've lost dear Dragon now you must leave this day
Any treasure in your cave you may take away
for those were the rules of the game

At the mention of his treasure the Dragon turned around
but of his great hoard no trace of it he found
it was as if it had vanished in to the ground
The fault was the Hin's and now it would fry
Nasty little Hin do you take me for a fool?
Where is all my gold. What have you done with all my jewels
I not going to play anymore by the rules
So now Hin it's time to die

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp ***
[ IX ]
*** To my nightingale ***



“Thus
Seek
In
Tune:
A leaf
Hath found
Thy beak,
Pale
Moon; –

*** Root ***

Thou
Art
Like
Bride:
No grief
To spike
This heart
Low
Tide; –

*** Root ***

Long
Night,
- Sweet
Tales
I miss,
- Thy song
A bliss,
Warm
Beat; – ”





©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

Maybe your eyes could tell me
That you'll always love me
Maybe your eyes could tell me
You're gonna kiss me tenderly

I know they are so blue
And oh how they shine
But when I look at you
I'm speechless and I'm so inclined

To just stand there and stare
So if you care if you really do
Maybe you're eyes could tell me
That your love for me is true

Maybe I could tap my shoes with morse code
But when you are near I freeze in place
If this love story could ever be told
Maybe your eyes could tell me you long for a sweet embrace

Maybe your eyes could tell me
Just how every tomorrow could be
Maybe your eyes could tell me
You're gonna kiss me tenderly