Good
friends,
A tale I
will weave of a poet’s dreams of mythical creatures and shadows’ schemes
an idyllic
cypress grove near Jean LaFitte’s court
Where
moon-beamed elves, faeries, and sprites consort.
And
gossamer dust pulls mortals are cross’d
While
sweet musk roses cause senses lost
Theseus and his bride’s loyal love waits
And men and maidens proach uncertain fate.
Take my hand into this mystical
night
Where walls of illusion spirits delight
A fantastic journey ancients’ muse call
Into this mystic dream, the night
beckons all.
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