Sandman and Taryn

 For as long as legends and lore have been en-scribed into fables and myth
the eternal amore majesty has existed between Sandman and Schiitaryn

Never more has a mystical magic realm than that of Fairy been closer to Dream's Domain
Whimsical and mischievous cross-overs were commonplace and liaisons inevitable

All slumbering minds have an affectivity to mental meanderings, Taryn no different
In those very early eons she and I rotated without the reverence that came to define us

Myself an embodiment of the mysteries and illusions of nocturnal hallucinations
Schiitaryn then a clever, enchanting pixie on the verge of liberating transformation

An intense passion and desire burned in her buxom and erupted into exaltation
No longer confined to long held self-imposed bondage she explored provocation

On many a dark evening we would sit on the black sanded Shores of Night
We exchanged stories, bonding our souls through both tears and fits of giggle

More so than any imp, elf, or changling under Oberon's watchful eye
She would captivate me with fascinating musings of erotic inclinations

Adorned in beautiful and dazzling garments of glimmering rapture
her thin wings sparkled in the moonlight and her spin rings were ever in motion

My own garbs less dynamic, my royal cloak rippled constantly in dead still air
Our fashions complimented each other as our minds reflected different perspectives

With the slightest of gestures we conveyed spirited allusions and delirious spells
She grew in ability to effortlessly conjure fanciful elaborations of her ecstasy

My cold and distant heart harbored a strong veneration for her fevered tales
Affectionate and absorbed devotion described the hidden zeal I could never express

So I tip my chalice to thee Sweet Taryn, Mistress of words powerful and profane
Bold, daring and brave, ever the scribe with ink to make mortals worship