The Fae King
He had wings of the finest gossamer.
They looked as though a whisper could cause them to tear.
Their iridescent shine was what caught my eye, but it was the man who held my gaze.
His face seemed hardened by war at first glance,
However as I looked beyond the scars from past fights I saw the tear streaks echet into the dirt that caked his skin.
His eyes held a hesitant glimer, whether it was made of hope or pent up rage I couldn’t tell, for there is still a darkness there I cannot place even now.
His hair, a dark waterfall, flowed over his strong shoulders as stray wisps splashed at his face.
A five o’clock shadow pooled like sea foam on his rugged face.
Horns protruded from his head like ivory snakes stretching for the sky.
A crown woven from vines and branches adorned his head; it had been trimmed with babies' breath, yarrow, and clover.
He had a raw elegance about him; clearly a ruler but, at what cost?
So terrifyingly beautiful, his presence commanded to be seen but, I feared that I would allow myself to starve or crumble before I had the power to look away once more.
was this how he gained his roguish kingdom in the first place or perhaps this was how he lost it.
It is all too possible we have been suspended in time, for I sit here still enraptured by a sight I never dreamed I would see.
His eyes beg for me to stay and flee all at once.
Like me, he has resigned himself to a life of loneliness out of safety, but his soul longs for understanding just like the rest of the creatures on this earth.
Perhaps a Fae king is who I've been in need of all this time.
An immortal lover to wrap me in furs and butterfly wings;
kissing me gently at the court of night as the stars above sing us to sleep.
My king let me share your burden and sorrows.
Let us rebuild our kingdom, planting roots deep and ancient so we may rule forevermore.
My love I have never felt tied to this human realm, the forest has called me since I was a child.
I truly believe I have been looking for you out of the corner of my eye my whole life.
Make me your queen and allow us to live out or lives as a renaissance painting,
Let our love be written down as folklore and spoken of for evermore.