Howdy all.. I'm so tired of studying, I just had to write something.  Hope
ya'll enjoy. Send praise and critism (as long as it's not too nasty).

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Disclaimers: The characters from FK are not mine, they belong to someone
else.  I will return them in better or excellent condition.

Shannon and David belong to me.

The song, 'The Poison Glen' is by Clannad, Copyright 1992.

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Song: "The Poison Glen" Copyright 1996 by Heather Poinsett.


Nick walked down the hillside, the shadows from the large stones shading the
moonlight from his face.  He remembered how warming the sun had been on his
back in those days.  How the sweet sound of her voice seemed to surround him.

Nick sighed and sat on Gwyneth's stone.  The strains of her harp's song rang
in his ears.  He closed his eyes, going back into his refuge of darkness,
where he could hear her sing once again.

        Way up there in the poison glen
        The sun's going down on a misty mountain
        And I'm watching
        And wondering
        Feeling something from long ago

Nick brought his knees up to his chest as he strained to hear more.  An echo
of a long-gone voice invaded his mind.

        Haunted echo that surrounds the glen
        The heather creeping through
        The boarded up ruins
        And I'm watching
        And wondering
        Feeling spirits of long ago.

The winds picked up and tiny rocks flew into his face.  The wind whistled
through the quaking aspen trees.  He ignored it all.  Nick could feel
himself drifting back in time. Seeing her face again was almost too much.
Nick thought he heard the wind whisper his name and he opened his eyes.  He
was alone.

        Who in the valley shed the poison tear?
        No one knows
        An old legend of a mythical hero
        And I'm watching
        And wondering
        Feeling something from long ago.

Shannon walked out into the glen, not expecting to see anyone there.  She
usually came here at night to work on her poetry.  It was quiet.  The
townspeople believed that a woman in white haunted the glen and stones.
Shannen's own father had told her how he had seen her once.

(30 years ago)

David had been at a party in a town nearby.  He had heard many of the ghost
stories about this glen, but like many of the young people here, was
skeptical.  There had been no noteworthy battles or any great scandals in
the history of this area.  Certainly there were no scandals about a woman in
white.  He walked quickly through the large glen of Aspens and saw her at
the stone.

Her voice was one with the trickling water and sweeping trees.  She saw him
and turned, her swan harp in hand.  He would have run back toward the safety
of his friend's house if she had not looked at him.  She was no ghost of
terror.  She was the echo of a sad memory.  Her beautiful eyes told a story
of injustice and pain.

"Why are you here?" asked David, in a whisper.  He could  not speak any louder.

"I wait for a friend," she said.  "I have been waiting for him for centuries
and he has yet to return."

The beautiful woman in white began to fade.

"Wait," said David.  "Please let me help you."

"You cannot," said the woman.  She disappeared into nothingness

(Present day)

Shannon glanced back at the man sitting upon the stone.  He appeared to be
in some sort of trance.  She would hate to interrupt his thoughts.  It was
so hard to find a hiding place  these days.  Shannon grew up with seven
brothers and sisters.  The glen had been her place.  Maybe this man had to
escape from something as well.

Shannon turned on her heel to walk back into the darkness when something
caught her eye. She turned around to see a white mist forming at the lake.
The mist appeared to solidify and a woman's form began to appear.  Shannon
ran back to the trees, but something kept her from leaving the glen.

The mist-like specter traveled across the lake over to the stones.  Shannon
could hear a voice echo from everywhere.

        May this vale be my silver lining
        Pleasing nature with her heart's desire
        And I'm watching
        And wondering
        Feeling everything from long ago.

The mist was now a woman.  She leaned forward and touched the side of the
young man's face.

Nick felt her fingertips slide aganist his skin.  She was here!

Nick opened his eyes and saw her for just a second.  Before she disappeared.

"Gwyneth," he called out.   There was no answer.

Nick stood up from the stone, Gwyneth's song echoing within him.  He turned
around again, scanning the skies for her, but she was gone.

Shannon began to quietly make her way back to her home.  Instead of feeling
frightened, she now just felt intrusive.  A new poem was taking shape in her
mind.  She would call it 'The Poison Glen'.

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Cousin Heather (Heather P. email~~czheather@earthlink.net)
Bunny-Hugger of the McGregors Clan~~COTK~~UF~~Valentine~~DT~~LSFC
*Co-founder of the DarkTrinity faction. Ask me and Cousin Jen about it*
"The system of checks and balances means that you have to keep a balance in
the bank to write a check."--another from Anguished English.