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Archive name: The Mating Of The Muse Faerie
Authors name: Lord Malinov (malinov@mindless.com)

Kristen;

Eli seems to be distracted, so I'll send it again - I wrote it for 
you, so it seems only right to deliver it personally. 

Thanks for the inspiration.  Stories have been pouring out of me, so 
I can use all the starting points I can find.

Malinov

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 The Mating of the Muse-Faerie

A score of days or more I climbed
To reach the craggy mountain peak
They said, those ancient tomes of lore,
A shallow nook would bear my view

My hands torn bloody with ascent
While hunger gripped my belly sore
I pulled myself onto the ledge
And waited patient three days more

The morning of the fourth she came
The winged muse, a woman's form
Her flesh cast quick with faerie's tail
Perched proud atop the eagle's nest

A chasm lay between us, but I saw
Within her eyes a hunger fierce
The Faerie paused to note my gaze
Smiled, then leapt in wild descent

Into the valley far below, her wings
Stretched wide to ride the wind
She swooped into the forest glen
A falcon's strike was ne'er so bold

A mad shriek pierced the forest leaves
I waited, shocked by each crass blow
A rabbit's scurry to escape sharp claws
Echoed the struggle of the prey below

A rustle in the boughs soon brought
The silvered muse's hard feathered strokes
Lifting slowly a woman's limp form
To lofty heights and rites untold

A thousand moons swell and depart
And none shall glimpse a Muse Faerie
Except as flitters in nocturnal light
And in dreams of poets best inspired

But at the heights of Apollo's peak
The Muse Faerie must breed as all
Who thrive upon our worldly plane
Must kiss and bear reflections new

She lay the maiden upon the nest
Hovered softly as the summer's breeze
An eyelid fluttered, a sweet caress
Brought the bride awake, yet mild

Some sapphic song the Faerie tolled
To ease the fears in both our breasts
A lullaby while she unfurled the dress
Her lady wore and kissed her next

I watched, ashamed, excited, bold
Frozen in lust's fiery rage
To spy their naked beauty played
With perfect wantoness

The silver Faerie spread wide her legs
Sunlight seemed to burn within
The caverns of her sacred womb
The maiden kissed the liquid fire

Their breasts pressed hard together
Their eyes seemed bound in gaze
Their fingers played the curves of flesh
Their bodies pealed angelic tones

The muse's bride, no maiden more
Slept when all their love had spent
The Faerie fled when the sun soon set
In revelry I composed, inspired

And as the full moon rose above
The maiden's wings spread hence
Her skin drank Luna's silver hue
A night's tail dangled from behind

She flew at once to where I sat
"Descend," she said, her voice a song
"Tell tales," she said, commandingly
"And I will love thee ever more."

And in a flash the new-born Faerie left
I went down the craggy mountain sore
Weary in flesh, Alive in my heart
By Beauty inspired forever more 

~~~

Malinov


Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude

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