Creature of the Wood [ The Dryad ]
(Author: Philip Obermarck/Heather Alexander)
I am the creature in the wood,
Prepared to end my spinsterhood.
My song is power and is art.
My song can bind a human heart.
And should thou chance to hear me sing,
My tree will grow our wedding ring.
I shall be thy lover!
My roots run deep into the core:
I am the maiden, bride, and whore.
I am the heart of every home.
I am the siren call to roam.
So end thy nights of fleeting thrill,
And live thy days out on my hill.
I shall be thy lover!
Come unto me, my handsome lad:
I see thee bathing there unclad.
Those roots that drift against thy thighs
May be a dryad’s hands and eyes.
Come eat the nuts fresh from my tree,
As I have tasted the like of thee.
I shall be thy lover!
So deep and strong our love shall grow,
Thy inner secrets I will know.
Thou shalt be happy and be free
To dwell forever in my tree.
I’ll be thy captor and thy slave.
I’ll give thee all that thou might crave.
I shall be thy lover!
But love can wither like the leaves,
No matter what the heart believes.
I know the end will always come.
The finest lad grows tiresome...
After a century or two.
I need to look for someone new...
So take your rest upon the hill,
And when the evening shadows spill,
I’ll take you in against the chill.
Then I shall eat and drink my fill!
I’ll try your passion and your skill —
And your endurance harder still!
I shall be thy lover!
I am the creature in the wood,
Prepared to end my spinsterhood.
My song is power and is art.
My song will bind a human heart.
And when you chance to hear me sing,
My tree will grow our wedding ring.
I will be your lover!
|
