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    King of the Faeries
    King of the Faeries
    King of the Faeries
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    King of the Faeries

    By Patrick W Kavanagh

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    I grew up on tales of the little people and I watched them dance in the embers. Then, like most people, I forgot that they were around. In my hurry to grow up, I left behind most of those things which make childhood magical. Not everybody believes in the little people. We have been blinded by this busy and distracting modern world. Music blares out from passing cars and unwatched televisions fill our heads with inane chat and unwanted advertisements. But, people adapt. They shut out the noises and filter their senses. to find a modicum of peace. Sadly, this also cuts them off from the simple joys of being alive. We lose the magic of childhood and the ability to be free and spontaneous.
    There were reprieves of course. When I read to my own children, - I rediscovered the wonder and the magic of childhood.
    This is the gift which I wish to offer to you.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPatrick W Kavanagh
    Release dateMar 19, 2019
    ISBN9780463690789
    King of the Faeries
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    Patrick W Kavanagh

    Patrick W Kavanagh began writing after a series of strange experiences which totally changed his perception of the world around him. He began writing inspirational poetry and posting it freely on the internet. Patrick believes that much of what he writes is given to him by various spiritual entities, including the faeries. Both he and his wife Tina travel around Lincolnshire, England, giving demonstrations of shamanic healing and healing with drums. Patrick has been a Tarot reader for over forty years and Tina is an established spiritual medium.

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      Book preview

      King of the Faeries - Patrick W Kavanagh

      King

      of

      the

      Faeries

      Patrick W Kavanagh

      Copyright © 2018 Patrick W Kavanagh

      All rights reserved.

      Introduction

      Not everybody believes in the little people. We have been blinded by this busy and distracting modern world. Music blares out from passing cars and unwatched televisions fill our heads with inane chat and unwanted advertisements.

      But people adapt. They shut out the noises and filter their senses. to find a modicum of peace.

      I grew up on tales of the little people and I watched them dance in the embers. Then, like most people, I forgot that they were around. In my hurry to grow up, I left behind most of those things which make childhood magical. My creativity became a slave to commerce, and I became a cog in the uncaring wheels of industry.

      There were reprieves of course.

      When I read to my own children, - I rediscovered, for a little while, the wonder and the magic of childhood.

      This is the gift which I wish to offer to you.

      You may wonder why the title poem is at the beginning and the end of the book… So, do I.

      Patrick W Kavanagh

      22nd April 22, 2018

      CONTENTS

      King of the Faeries

      The Wishing Tree

      Faery Kisses

      Angels of the Forest

      Fleabus One-eye

      The Forest

      A Magical Moment.

      A Pixies Quest

      A prayer to the Fae

      A trip to Richmond Park

      After the Lights are Out

      Amaidán

      An evening in the Woods

      Ancient Elves

      Angels in the Wind

      Angels of the Forest Arrabella Away with the Fairies

      Chestnut Hair

      Childhood Friends

      Childhoods Dream

      Come with Me

      Cottage Garden

      Dancing by a Woodland Beck

      Dancing Faeries

      Do you Remember?

      Down among the Lavenders

      Down by Dingle Dell

      Down by the Garden Path

      Dragonfly

      Dreaming of Home

      Drift Away

      Drifting

      Elemental Fae.

      Faeries Love Toy Shops

      Faery Dreams

      Faery Healing

      Faery Kisses

      Faery Wands

      Fairy Raptures

      Fairy Woods

      Garden of the Fae

      Goddess of the Fae.

      I am Fae

      In the Age of Myth

      King of the Woodlands

      Land-fill Pixies

      Misty Dreams.

      Misty Woods

      Moonlit River

      Mother

      Muddy Creek

      Nettle Woods

      Pixie Dreams

      Pixie Piper

      Rainbows

      Resting

      Take Me Home

      The Faery Fort

      The Faery Garden.

      The Faery Grove

      The Faery Pact

      The Faery Queen

      The Fairy Garden.

      The Garden of Summers Past.

      The Golden Watch

      The King of the Faeries

      About the author

      Other works

      The King of the Faeries

      Sprite of foot and keen of eye,

      With a sombre beauty, I can scarce describe,

      He never told the truth, but never really lied,

      The music of his voice brought tears of longing to my eyes.

      The labyrinth of his mind touched, mine and made me weep,

      for all the wishes that my long-lost childhood could not keep.

      I stood amazed, entranced, but careful to maintain a steady glance,

      My wishes were within my grasp, and yet, single blink might spoil my chance.

      He bowed so low, he swept the ground,

      his sparkling laughter echoed all around,

      With promises of servitude, his smiling eyes belied,

      he granted me my wishes with a gleaming, imp-like look within his eyes.

      A moment’s pause, I must remember ancient lore and wish with all my wiles.

      I wish for Health, I said, and once again he gave that dreadful smile.

      "Granted! You shall die as healthy as you are today, -

      Now two more wishes, and I shall be on my way!"

      I shuddered as the icy chill ran down my spine, and silently I wished we had not met.

      But still, I had a chance to prosper here, for had I not still got two wishes left.

      I wish myself a long and happy life!, - again that awful smile that turned my heart to stone,

      One hundred years I add unto your span, and you shall live it happily, though you may live it hungry and alone.

      I sighed, I cast my eyes down to the ground,

      I knew I had but one last wish to turn my fate around.

      I softly said, I wish, my lord, to leave you and this sacred place as it was found.

      "I wish, my Lord, that I had not been bold enough to draw upon your power,

      I wish, my Lord, that I had not disturbed your rest at this ungodly hour".

      He smiled again with warmth, my heart began to fill with joy.

      "You had three wishes, but you added more and set me free,

      Your kindly act has filled my ancient heart, once more, with childish glee.

      I wish you well my friend, I wish you wealth and health and joy",

      And, as he faded back into the mist, he waved a last goodbye.

      The Wishing Tree

      It may have been a dream, but there I stood beside the wishing tree,

      The only wish, I wish, within my heart, was that forever we could be as one.

      Pale as moonlight, eyes of deepest green and hair as dark as night.

      If you are but a dream, then in my dreams and nowhere else, will I find love and light.

      Stay a little while and sit beside me in the Faery glade.

      Of beauty such as yours all lover’s dreams are made.

      The magic of your smile is all I need to pass the night away.

      Would that I could be with you forever and a day.

      What do I care if I should never wake?

      If I could spend forever in your arms,

      Eternity could pass in just a single moment,

      laying here, enchanted by your charms.

      Faery Kisses

      A kiss is still as sweet for those who live a thousand years or more.

      Love is still a flower which blooms upon that other shore.

      Passions rise beneath that other ancient sky, where all the Fae abound.

      The land where Springtime yields to Summer, and a land where sorrow can't be found.

      Where deep green forests touch the sunlit silver lakes, we'll meet once more.

      To walk among the cheerful, rainbow coloured plants that line the shore.

      The sighing of the wind, - so playful as it creeps among the trees,

      An Orchestra of lapping waves

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