He gazes out to the lush green landscape ahead
Memories of the dark, dank passageways now fading
The entrance to the abyss now many leagues behind him
The seekers forgotten, for they will have lost the trail
Their entry into the gentle lands forbidden, he is safe.
His destiny now in the hands of a much whiter fate
Ahead of him many new adventures in the world above
His struggles in the underworld … now a fading nightmare
A cackle of crows un-nerving him for an instance,
Images of demonic shape shifters filling his mind … gone then.
Ahead of him the sense of a presence moves close
The hint of mystical perfume whispers on the air
Distant bells ring telepathically in his mind
He stands … smiles … and awaits his guide … his companion through the vale ….
Extract taken from 'Sidhe Guide' written by Matthew James May 2006
