Enchantment, the Faery

Carlton Alfred Grant, The Fairy Circle, 1895.

Not far from emerald green foliage of the enchanted wood, where dreams and perils embrace each other as reflections of the constellation of the lovers, a lost faery casts circles. Seething with sensual rage she sets ablaze the damp grains of sand beneath a dark and dreary Brythonic sky. Her scars are still bleeding, for the dryads of the enchanted wood were not kind to her or her sorcery. For it is forbidden to mortals and immortals alike to take beyond the wood the Emerald Mystery. And from beyond the sea she calls upon her host with her circles to storm the enchanted wood and take beyond the wood and across the sea that Emerald Mystery.

Many had ventured into that wood, lured in by the dying whispers of crucified sirens promising haven, the intoxicating incense of violet roses, and the mesmerising visage of the luscious foliage sparkling in the twilight of dusk. The fate of those shall always remain unknown. Some witches’ tales speak of these sorrowful souls being petrified and decorating the gardens of the pleasure palaces, tormented by their yearning and unfulfilled to taste the forbidden fruit. Other tales speak of horrific sacrifices upon pagan altars, which even poets fear to sing of. However some more wise speak of an overwhelming sensation, akin to that of the Elysian Fields, where these souls wander in the eternal bliss of enstasis defying the guilty innocence of time and partaking in worship of some immanent transcendence. Yet the faery, cursed and bleeding she now is, has seen the majesty and mystique of the lovers of the Emerald Mystery, and now summons the dark and dreary Brythonic sky to cast a shadow over the vigilance of Selene and Hypnos to bind all those who stand against her as colossal fiends.