The Enchantress

The Enchantress

by Charles E S Fairey

A beautiful and beckoning spirit

Delves deep in forest green,

Enticing hand and entrancing eye

Standing next to marker stone

Where on moonlit night she is often seen.

From an age before visitors own

With flowing hair and glowing shawl,

A Celtic enchanting dream

Waiting and watching throughout time

For another to worship at her call,

And join her in the mysteries

That she keeps within her mythic heart.

Enticing hand and entrancing eye

“Come join me, and all you shall see”.