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The Land of Lost Hope

Through the thicket

Through the grass

This how I became lost to the king

Of Harknott Pass

Perspiration dampens my hair

Muddy boots, slipping through

Bracken, fly agaric rings

Completely unaware of the world

I have stumbled in, my heart

Now in possession of the goblin king

Until he stands before me

In his golden, oak leaf

Glory, foreboding eyes

As old as the earth beneath

Our feet and I swear as our

Gazes meet he captures my soul

For eternity to keep

Come little one he beckons me

With ambrosia & roses, helplessly

Enchanted I suddenly be

There is no time to look to the past

With closure, come they chant, sing

Magnolias sway

A crown of thorns, spider silk dress

Only the best for the Harknott fae

And the queen who shall

Keep the human plain at bay

And as I take the hand of

The otherworldly man, sat upon

The ivy throne of Cumberland I

Pause to reflect on now and before

How many? I ask my alder husband

‘Always you’ he replies with a golden

Smile and there within the lies is my truth

I am the golden haired girl of

The lakes old folklore