BENEATH THE HILL The moonlight through the eaves, she sees And stars that twinkle mallow gold She sings an ancient lullaby Of summers lost and tales untold Her tears of mellow irony Upon her face, they do descend And catch in pools of shimmering glass As silken strands ever ascend The spiders spin their webs in white That glisten with the evening rain And weave her hair into their art As she weeps in her endless pain Whilst fingers slide upon the lute That purrs in solemn reverence And plucks the notes to tell her tale Of hallowéd remembrance Of golden halls and silver light Of gardens tended with great care Where peacocks echoed lonely calls And danced in colours oh so fair A midnight mantle held so close And arms about her cast in love His lips stayed closed lest he should lose His chance to regain home above His face she sees now in her lull Remembers how he felt to touch His life long gone on mortal earth Her heart, it aches, her longing such But years have passed, two hundred still Under the hill, beneath the loam The cobwebs fill the golden halls Reminding that she is alone Alone to think, alone to dream The whiteness of her skin, so pale It shines with perfect radiance And brings to mind another tale One of the days when she was queen Of Fairyland and realms beyond That struck the fear in mortal men Of whom she was so very fond But now she lies upon her bed Of leaves and down and silken moss And strums her lute, remembering A life too long and filled with loss The wine she drinks no longer soothes Her aching heart and restless mind Its fragrant taste upon her tongue Reminds of what she cannot find Beneath the hill, under the loam Where mice do play and insects bide Their fleeting life and mortal death Whilst she, herself, must always hide Hide from the Sun and from the breath Of winds that travelled from the North And brought the cold of Winter’s veil To bind her from trespassing forth So here she’ll stay, under the hill Within her tomb that long since made Her home a place of darkness kept Whilst all the light began to fade Her minions turned from grace to beasts And dwarves delved caverns far below Her people gone, her kingdom spent The peacocks scream in vast echo She cries her tears that never stop As uillean pipes above proclaim In lamentation ages gone On emerald isles that speak her name Which echoes yet in ruins and glens In mushroom circles gathering Deep in the woods and meadow flowers Gentle brooks still blathering From tongues loosened by bitter ale Queen Maeve of old, her beauty told Be careful what you may wish for Lest in her kiss your soul is sold No longer mortal shall you be But damned to life under the hill In golden halls and silver light Amidst the screams of peacocks shrill Forget your life, forget above Forget you ever had a name You’ll be her pet, her lovely slave Bewitched, you’ll be to your great shame With just a kiss and gentle so The moonlight shining through the eaves Upon the puddle of her tears Your mere reflection that you leave For Maeve is of another ilk She is of earth and deep shadows Beyond the realm of day to day Think what you will, though she still knows Her tears of mellow irony Upon her face they do descend And catch in pools of shimmering glass As silken strands ever ascend The moonlight through the eaves, she sees And stars that twinkle mallow gold She sings an ancient lullaby Of summers lost and tales untold Oh, Maeve, my queen, will you not sleep And ease your burden for awhile? You have bewitched me even now Your beauty always will beguile I give myself to you, my dear My precious queen, immortal love Please take me now and with a kiss Banish my soul from up above For nothing matters, but your love For you, my dear, I give it all My tears may fall, but heed them not For you alone, I’ll gladly fall Forget the sun, forget my name Under the hill I call my home Upon your bed of leaves and moss I lie, myself, beneath the loam Hand me the lute, for I shall play A tune to take away the pain And make you feel that you are loved Though man I be and not the same Hush now, Maeve, and feel me now Beneath the loam, under the hill Upon your bosom I shall lie Forever, until time stands still
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 10:26:27 +0000
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