It was dark, the moon was hidden behind a covering cloud... The trees swayed gently and all was silent, except for the crackle and hiss of burning wood. Four men sat staring into a fire, sleeping bags, tales and beer, their only desire...
They sat in silence now, unaware of the laughing green eyes, that had watched and stared at them for quiet a while.
The Queen of dreams, was hidden well, she sat patiently, listening to those tall tales swell. She parted her leafy bower and looked out towards the flickering fire. She gazed out towards the glowing light, she could see their shadowed faces, and reveled that their, true forms were displayed this night.
As she peered in closer, she recognised them all, her favourite beasts one and all.
The Lynx was there, with his silent grace. The Wolf his eyes, and approach so menacing. That Great Big Bear, his strength, his height, The Tiger, his golden eyes so fierce, glowing into the night.
Ahhh these men, these beasts, these men, the Queen she thought and smiled again. With silent words a flick of her wrist, she cast a spell, into the mist.
The flames burst high, the wind did hum as the beasts' hearts began too thrum.
The Lynx with hackles up, The Wolf his eyes hypnotic, The Great Big Bear his chest did swell, while under the Queens promising spell. The Tigers' growl so very cruel a warning into the night, for any fool..
The dancing flames shot higher, licking at the night, ash and sparks began to rise, as a whirlpool spun before their eyes. It built and built with faster speed, cresting higher, in its need. it moaned and groaned as the pressure soared, it grew and grew and suddenly roared.
As suddenly as it began, it started to die, the whirling wind, just a memory as the calming flames, lick now, playfully at the sky.
When all was calm, the beasts were stunned, they looked to each other with bewildered eyes. They heard sweet singing, a sirens call, a single song for one and all. As confusion built and heads did turn, the singing grew softer, but definitely heard.
