Okay boys and girls.. this one is a whopper
She dances in the shadows; like a shadow is her hair
Her eyes hold midnight captive, like a phantom, fell and fair.
While the woodlark sing the measures that her flying feet retrace
She dances in the shadows like a dream of darkling grace
He sings in summer sunligh to the cloudless summer skies
His head is crowned in sunlightand the heaven match his eyes
All the wildwood seems to listen to the singer's gladsome voice
He sings in summer sunlight and all those who hear rejoice
She dances in the shadows, for a doom upon her lies
That is the sunlight touches her the Shadowdancer dies
And on his line is this curse laid-that once the day has sped
In sleep like death he lies until again the night has fled
One evening after twilight that is neither night nor day
The time part bred of shadow, and partly born of light
A trembling Shadowdancer heard a voice of love and doom
That sang a song of sunlight through the gathering evening gloom
A spell it cast upon her, and she followed in it's wake
To where the Sunsinger sang it, all unheeding by her lake
She saw the one she must loveuntil the day she died
Bitter tears for bitter loving then Shadowdancer cried
One evening in the twilight e'er his curse could work his will
Sunsinger sang of sunlight by a lake serene and still
When out among the shadow stepped a woman, fey and fair
A woman sweet as twilight, with the shaodws in her hair
He saw her, and he loved her, and he knew his love was vain
For he was born of sunlight and must be the shadow's bane
So e;er the curse could claim him, then, he shed one bitter tear
Fo he knew his only love must also be his greates fear
So now they meet at twilight, thought htey only meet to part
Sad meetings, sadder partings, and the breaking of each heart
Why blame them, if they pray for time or death to bring a cure?
For sake of bitter loving, nonetheless they will endure
~ Mercedes Lacky