Melting snow dripped from the trees making a subtle natural symphony. save that and the steady metronome like rhythm of his hoof beats against the damp earth the spring touched forest was quiet. it was strange how something so certainly of this world could seem so devine. Light that filtered down through tthe canopy of trees in beams glinted off his luminesant blue scales highlighting the dark blue in his mane and tail.
"Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be;
And the blots of Nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace;
And the owner of it blest
Ever shall in safety rest.
Trip away; make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day."
he recited idly with a smile thanks to Poet his mothers human guardian he found he rather liked a man called a play write by the name Shakespeare.
