Picture by Brian Froud, of course!
Pictures below by Amy Brown and Jonathon Earl Bowser.
From the still green
mountains to the
deep water's side,
through misty grey marshes
where shadows lie,
so deep in Her dreaming
and with one star awake,
the fay queen Morgan
moves over the lake.
Her midnight raven
rides the purple skies,
calling into the darkness
where the gateway lies.
She weaves enchantment
on the loom of time,
and sets destiny reeling by
fastened knots of nine.
The seafoam rises
along Celtic shore.
Her hand plucks you from
the Wheel when your days
are no more.
Sailing into the west wind
where sunlight beguiles,
She will bid you welcome
to the Eternal Isle.
And look into those eyes
that reflect your own.
Come to Her without fear
and She'll lead you home.
She will soothe away your
terror with harp
and with song.
And you'll feast upon
apples of Avalon.
--Ruth Barrett--