Magpie Tales- Hidden in the Forest

Hidden in the forest in a faraway place,
Where the Hare and the Tortoise never did race,
Where the trees grow close together with age,
There is a magic from a children's book page.

There's a fairy house by a big old oak tree,
And if you come close you're able to see,
In through the window covered with dust,
Past the old frame dried in with rust.

Inside there's a woman all wrapped up in cloaks,
Sitting next to a bright burning fire she stokes,
And if you bring two pennies and a fine looking snail,
There's a chance she might just tell you a special tale.

Long ago in an age of dragons,
When witches roamed the land with their red wooden wagons,
There once was a girl with the song of a bird,
A tune so heavenly 'twas a thing must be heard.

Her name was Sun, like the star of the day,
She lived in a woods far far away,
She lived with her mother, father and dog,
One hen, one horse and an odd looking frog.

The villagers loved Sun and her voice,
Every time she would sing, the land would rejoice,
And the sparrows would fly close to the ground,
Just to hear this unearthly sound.

But one day while out playing with her horse and pail,
Singing her song to each worm and each snail,
Sun was caught by a frightful beast,
And taken away for his afternoon feast.

He was twice as tall as a normal man,
And could lift twice as much as a normal man can,
He'd sharp razor teeth for cutting through skin,
And his breathe wreaked of blood and sin.

He sat little Sun up on his table,
Tied her up with a cord and cable,
Then he asked the girl, "Now what have I found,
The little girl with that heavenly sound?"

Little Sun could only cry and nod,
But the beast didn't seem to find that very odd,
He simply said, "Now listen here,
I'll let you go if you can please my ear."

Sun thought for a moment, then opened her lips,
And let out a note that made the beast sway his hips,
But he shook his head, "That won't do at all,
That single note is far too small."

So Sun sang another, and another again,
She sang a song that rang out times ten,
But the beast was unsatisfied with her song,
He shook his head, he must have got the girl wrong.

But Sun raised her voice till her lungs almost popped,
She sang so loud that the bird's had stopped,
She sang so high that she brought a tornado,
She sang so hard she blew up a volcano.

The beast cried out, ears covered with his paws,
"Please left it stop," lashes out with his claws,
But with a little pop, the beast disappeared,
And the havoc created by her song cleared.

Sun was saved by her family and friends,
And lived happily to the end of the ends,
Where the beast, well nobody knows,
Some say they can hear his scream when the wind blows.

And then that little old lady will sigh,
As you try to work out whats fact and whats lie,
She'll hum a tune that's familiar but new,
And she'll smile a knowing smile as she looks back at you.

Soliloquy

Love him? Do I love him? How can he stand there infront of me, look me in the eye, and even feel a shadow of a doubt. Can he not hear my heart pound a million times a minute, hammering its longing against my ribs so hard it hurts to touch my chest? Can he not see my blood rise in my face when he smiles at me, the way my cheeks flush like a new born rose? Surely my facade is not strong enough to hide the feelings that must glimmer behind, the longing that fills me, hurts me, rips at me when i watch him walk away.
How can he ask that, staring with those grey eyes that waver like the sea on the shore before a storm? How can he not understand the goosebumps that run up my arm at the fiery touch of his fingertips?
Listen! Listen to how my heart begs for you deep inside me! You foolish boy, so innocent to what you do not understand, listen to how my body pleads for your touch, for the smell of your skin, for the glance of your eye upon mine. As I cry for you in my sleep, long for you in my wake, hum to the sound of your beating heart when all other sound has faded away, how can you doubt me?
And yet look at you, so broken, so cold. How can you believe for one second I would hurt you like this? How can you bare to think that I, a fool to your words, would dare to stab you in such a way? You can't even see that plea of my eyes for your belief in me, so dead are you in my presence now. And how much I would give for you to see that I can't live without you. That I couldn't break you like this.
I couldn't hurt you, my love. I couldn't. Not even with the anger in your face, the hatred flaring across your perfect lips, I could not burn you. Not if you broke me the way that I have broken you, never could I turn my fist to your cheek.
If that is not love, then I know only hate. For if love is the greatest pain, then it is because we don't know the pain of hate.