The Lianhan Shee is an Irish Fairy Princess who uses her power in a rather dreadful manner. She is alway on the prowl for love and dominant power over men of earth, not mystic men for they know of her but mortal man who is weak for love. If a man has the strength to refuse of refute her she becomes their slave. If they asquiesece to her, they then belong to her. Almost all mortal men cannot refuse her for their ultimate hunger of true love. There is only one Lianhan Shee and she is an apparition rather then a woman, a spirit. All fairy women who love become a part of her and all mortal men as I am one of, we long for her, she becomes their one and only love as I have. She is not a manipulator of emotion not does she toy with you. Every mortal who loves her, begins to live for her and unfortunately for mortal man that is their demise. The more of the power of her manifesting their feeling of unreturned love, the more they begin to love her. The more love they have for her, the more she rebukes them and is elusive. Her distance from them is like a tether that pulls them to her. She is impatient. The Lianhan Shee creates such sensual addiction in the mortal that they will attempt anything to overcome the walls around her. She never allows the joining to happen on earth but talks them into the copulation to occur in Tir-na-n-Og, and mortal man must pass through his utlimate demise or death to enjoy her favor. Every great musician and poet and painter loved her, uncontrollably, they all passed from earth at a young age. Recall now all the infamous ones who have created such beauty who passed early. Singers sang for her until their bodies turned to dust, and they sang until their demise to her. No one has ever been able or willing to describe The Lianhan Shee. All mortals that are cloven to her love, guard her image like a treasure map and they will not under any duress reveal her for the fear of the other mortals discovering her. Perhaps no mortal man can describe her, because she is what we all have devouring us, deisire itself. She does not wish to reveal herself and is always concealing herself as a humble maiden. It is true she chooses her lovers from our realm of mortality, though she never allows her legacy to stain their lips or pass through the tongue of mortal man for very long. It is a short dance man has with her. Folklore rewritten by miguel. copy right my Michael Forbus