The Enchantress & Her Wildsong

Tabby sat next to Lion, concealed by a rose bush, its red blooms almost hidden by the dusk-filled hour. The woman, averse to worldly presence, lifted her sensuous voice to the moon.


Wake the world tonight,

O moon of the brightest bright,

Wake a sleeping world to alight.

 

The dance of the winds,

Uplifted by a sensuous accent,

Becomes a soulful chanting,

Tonight.


The woman stands up, she twirls around, her robe disrupting the magnificent milieu surrounding her. Her beauty unmasks the moon and the dusk, and tiny stars appear to herald her bearing. She sings to the gentle prodding of the leaves. She sings to the gentle rushing of the waves of the lake. She entertains the mermaid who swims in shrouding mystery.


Her voice, as encapsulating as her beauty, streams through the night as stars fill the universe with tiny flashes of twinkles.

a magical story that will take you to another place and another time.