The Mistress of Word Play

There in the deep woods in that ancient land
where stone castles and fairy trees yet stand.
In the stillness of the forest of the Wizard dark
upon the oldest of the trees you can still see the mark.

A silhouette is etched inside the center of an oak
a constant reminder of her love for the town folk.
Only certain elders can yet recall her name.
She is their protector, they were to blame.

The Wizard had spied her in the dark wood
there where the blooming fairy tree stood.
His heart was smitten by the young maid
who was plucking flowers in the forest's shade.

His advances however she did discard.
This made the Dark Wizard's heart grow hard.
He threatened harm on one and all
if she would not submit by nightfall.

She packed her belongings and said her good-byes.
She walked to the forest where the fairy tree lies.
The Wizard quite happy left the town folk alone.
How happy he was, how his eyes shone.

She sacrificed her freedom and her very life.
She saved them all when she became his wife.
Her spirit is encompassed within those ancient trees.
Sometimes you can hear her voice carried on a breeze.








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