Epiphany

(in the Realm of Gloriana, V)

Our lives are woven, intertwined
In faery fabric
Made of space and time and magic.
Homespun dun or popinjay turquoise,
Sanguine red or quiet grey,
Or richest gold - or blessed, foolish motley -
Each essence has its hue,
Each life its essence.
We are light and shadow, living colors
On a goddess' loom,
Making in our interplay
A wonder-full design.
Faire wonders rise unshrouded from the dust
That all things mortal must become;
The Faery Queen and all her gallant band,
The demigods of grove and glade,
The horned ones, the nymphs and satyrs
Rise and wander through the midst
Of this enchanted realm;
And gentle knights and bold adventurers
Pursue their quests, both holy and profane.

The tapestry is rich with shade and symbol;
Mystery and clarity combine --
History and fantasy and dream
Become a Vision.