• In times when fairy tales begin,
    In times with magic laden,
    There lived, of high and noble kin,
    A most enchanting maiden.



    She was the only child they raised,
    Of wits and virtues many,
    As is the Virgin midst the praised
    And midst the stars Selene.



    Beneath a dark, majestic vault
    She walks, her steps abating
    Close to the window where, in alt,
    The Evening Star’s awaiting.



    She gazes at his distant rays
    That glow and light the ocean,
    While on the rolling water ways
    Black galleys set in motion.



    She sees him now, she sees him then,
    Thus ripens her desire;
    From watching over and again,
    His love for her grows higher.



    When on her elbows her head leans,
    Sweet reveries prolonging,
    Her heart and soul can find no means
    To quieten their longing.



    And so alive his light cascades
    Whenever dusk gets nearer,
    Around the murky castle’s shades
    As he’s about to see her...



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    He trails her footsteps as she leaves
    Towards her night’s retire,
    And with his icy sparkles weaves
    A web of flashing fire.



    And when she lies in bed to rest,
    A sleepy child so candid,
    He strokes her arms set on her chest,
    He closes her sweet eyelid;



    And from the mirror’s depth his glare
    Reflects upon her body,
    Upon her eyes shut unaware,
    Upon her face leaned mildly.



    Seeing her lips from smiling sweep,
    He shivers in the mirror,
    As he pursues her in her sleep
    To hold her spirit dearer.



    And then she speaks to him in dreams
    And sighs within a sad plea:
    “Oh, sweet lord, who my night redeems,
    Why don’t you come? Come by me!



    Descend, my stellar prince so kind,
    Along a soft ray gliding,
    Pervade the castle and my mind,
    Light to my life providing!”



    He listens eagerly to her,
    Resplendent and reviving,
    Then suddenly becomes a blur,
    Into the dark sea diving.



    The water around where he falls
    Spawns rings of growing sizes,
    While he from unknown deepness crawls
    And as a young man rises.



    Walking as smoothly as on sand
    Through open window spaces,
    He holds a sceptre in his hand
    Enfolded in reed laces.



    He looks just like a youthful king
    With silky, golden tresses;
    A bluish shroud tied in a ring
    His naked shoulders dresses.



    But then his livid face disguise
    Exudes a waxen glimmer –
    A handsome ghost with lively eyes
    That only outwards shimmer.



    “Out of my realm I came, your call
    To follow with devotion;
    My father is the heavens tall,
    My mother is the ocean.



    To reach the place that is your home,
    To get to see you closer,
    I had to leave the sky’s fair dome
    And be reborn of water.



    Oh, come, my holy treasured love,
    Give up your world forever!
    I am the Evening Star above,
    You be my true bride ever!



    Down there, in palaces of pearls,
    We’ll live for many ages,
    And everywhere the sea unfurls
    Its souls shall be your pages.”



    “Oh, you’re as handsome as in dreams
    An angel would be showing,
    But on the path lit by your beams
    I’ll never think of going;



    A stranger in both tongue and wear,
    A dead glow you deliver,
    For I’m alive, while you’re a glare,
    And your eye makes me shiver.”