Stars were bright one summer's night,
When a child was born in candlelight.
And mother's eyes, gentle and wise,
Full of tears watched her dear.
"Listen my dove," she whispered with love,
"Please always stay with me."
The child, she grew too fast as autumn and winter passed.
She ran through field and forest,
and danced in the rain with eyes alight,
She sang into the trees,
spun through the mist as day turned into night.
"Daughter, my dear," said mother with fear,
"Why do you run to the trees?
The world is cruel, full of ghosts and ghouls,
so stay here safe with me."
"Mother, I'm not like you,
I have to run through the blue.
The forest's dark calls to me,
I know what I feel is true.
Something out there waits for me,
I feel it when my heart tries to break free."
And so, on her sixteenth birthday,
The girl looked into the black of the night,
Her chest filled with longing,
and she cried out to the darkness: "Take me home!"
Mother rushed through the door,
stumbling and blinded by tears,
She fell onto the floor,
reached out as the night brought forth her fears,
Eyes burning brightly,
the Changeling fled into the woods,
she disappeared.
Still to this day, dreaming away
The mother waits for her child.
A wish to the stars to heal her scars
And bring her treasure home.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Changeling - Die Magie des Waldes
FantasiaDies ist die Geschichte von Freja. Freja war schon immer ein ungewöhnliches Mädchen. Sie lebte alleine mit ihrer Mutter in einer kleinen Hütte an einem Waldrand in Schweden. Schon immer hatte sie das Gefühl gehabt, das etwas in ihrem Leben falsch wa...
