Burd Ellen to the Dark Tower Went (Unfinished)

[sadoeuphemist]

I walked widdershins, back against the grain

And blade of grass, against the light, the sun,

Giving in to the gleeful urge to run

And circle back to childhood again.

I never thought to cause them any pain.

I circled the church, and the deed was done.

There, clad in all the raiment of the wood,
With retinue of laurel, leaf, and lind
All drifting at his train and with the wind,
Astride the church's walls the Elf King stood.
A shadow crossed my heart, and yet I could
Not for my life imagine how I'd sinned.

He took my hand, took half a step, a half
Step more.