supereefsel:My ‘Six Swans’ illustration project! There once was a maiden with six older brothers Who

supereefsel:My ‘Six Swans’ illustration project! There once was a maiden with six older brothers Who all left their home as the moon raised up high They sat in the woods of the great Sevenwaters Till a witch appeared out of the shadows nearby The witch cast a spell most foul and evil They screamed and they fought but they just couldn’t win But the maiden was hiding, and through the leaves She could see six white swans where her brothers had been. “You must hide in the woods and weave six shirts of starwort, With your own heart and hands you can change them again! But remember no matter how much you will suffer If you speak but one word it will all be in vain…” The maiden she wove and she suffered in silence The forest her shelter, a dark cave her home Her brothers consoled her during the solstice But dawn never waits and she woke up alone The maiden was found by a man down from Britain Whose hair was as red as his heart was kind Inside his warm home there was friendship and love But she couldn’t imagine the doom she would find For an ill-conceived plan by an evil man founded Was trapping her inside a web of despair Spinning and weaving she sat in her cell Until finally the day of her burning was there Oh the flames licked her feet and the people they shouted But the maiden was strong and she saidn’t a word And the moment of truth was now finally upon her By six swans her silent calling was heard And the shirts she had woven with her own hands and heart She threw them up high and at last she could see Her brothers escaped from their feathery prisons But the youngest would never be totally free The maiden returned with her husband and brothers But the rest of her life would that memory sting Even though she had rescued the great Sevenwaters In her dreams she could still hear the beating of wings And forever she’d hear the white swan to her singSong by twibv -- source link

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