The Story of Cathy (as Told by John)

She walks the room with lifeless eyes
that notice not the sorcerer's grin.
Her heart replaced with crystal ice,
her spirit shrunk and trapped within.

This fairy princess, who once did dance,
and in greening woodlands once did roam,
now plods with slow and timid step
amidst the castle's dark-ruined stone.

No brave, fair-haired and noble prince
with shining armor and nurturing kiss,
was fated to save this silent slave
and bring her forth to restored bliss.

Mystic Mother, she trembles in his glare,
and she fears him for all that he does...
His wretched curse has done the deed:
So dazed she knew not who she was!

One day while wandering down the halls
that, labyrinth-like, turned and twisted,
she found a door, iron-bound and old,
the sorcerer did not know existed.

She emerged within a courtyard,
and breathed again the cool, fresh air
and looking up through thorny limbs,
saw a distant sky, so blue and fair...

And in that moment, sweet and pure,
a single sunbeam found its way,
touched her bosom from the sky.
melting the ice-crystal away...

Her spirit rose and leapt with a joy
no evil sorcerer now could tame!
She touched her face, her hair, her heart,
remembering what was her name!

Her soul reborn, she never paused,
but she climbed the terrible trees,
though the poison in their horrid thorns
caused her delicate hands to freeze.

Over the wall and swam the moat
(though it reeked of things most foul)
she entered the twisted, tangled woods
guided only by eagle and owl.

Legend says the sorcerer raged
and then he hounded her every step.
And though fear clutched at her very heart,
to her own true path she kept.

Now, nights in woodland far from here
(know that your glance must be sure and quick!)
as the mist and moonbeams join in dance,
see the aura of the mystic!