Strange Sanctuary Poem

[icarus_chained]

In a strange mood, and after viewing too many fairy tale illustrations (I adore Harry Clarke, by the by), this ... sort of showed up. I didn't mean for it to turn into a poem, and I should have stopped it, because I'm crap at poetry, but howandever ...

Title: And She, And He
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Sanctuary
Characters/Pairings: Ashley, James (sort of)
Summary: The Huntress in the Twilight Woods, she comes upon him sleeping. Post Rev/EoN
Wordcount: 387
Warnings/Notes: Bad, bad poetry
Disclaimer: Oh, not mine

And She, And He

There is chiming in the Twilight Woods, the speaking tongues of trees
All the secrets of the waking world, in the whispering words of leaves
She marches there, so proud, so fair, the Huntress proudly walking
And listens well, to hear them tell, of the prey she is yet stalking

A man she knew when once she lived, a man she once held dear
He lies asleep, in slumber deep, rustles Willow in her ear
Withered and aged, a crumpled page, softly he lies waiting
And dreams so well, none here may tell, when again he may be waking

Soon, says she, the Huntress free, and smiles a smile unfettered
He'll wake for me, I promise thee, in this I'll not be bettered
For not one morn, since I was born, has he slept beyond my calling
Though deep it seem, no opiate dream, may last a baby's bawling

So comes she then, upon the glen, where softly he lies sleeping
Aged and frail, and shuttered pale, his face all lined with weeping
She kneels then there, so young, so fair, and calls upon his names
Rouses him from drowning dreams, oh come now, Uncle James

No pity here, no pain, no fear, she'll not now let him sleep
She smiles at him, a dazzling grin, with no more cause to weep
He stirs in bursts, so slow at first, and livens beneath her hand
And sees her face, the first to grace, his eyes in the Twilight Lands

Oh, says he, and it's pain she sees, grief as he calls her name
Ashley, he cries, for he knows they've died, and will never be the same
But she laughs instead, and touches his head, and smiles at a cheek now youthful
Come, says she, there's so much to see, and it's nothing now but truthful

There is no pain, no loss, no gain, here in the Twilight Lands
She'll not let him lie, to sleep or cry, and pulls now on his hands
No more dreams, says she, as she pulls him free, and stands him at her side
It's time to go, and time to hope, and all this world is wide

There is chiming in the Twilight Woods, the speaking tongues of trees
All the secrets of the waking world, in the whispering words of leaves
And he stands there now, again full proud, a Hunter softly sweeping
And she, as he, stands full free, and they've no more time for weeping