Faeries amass as the sun goes down,
when Faerie music is the only sound,
spinning and bending in spiraling dance,
mortals come running, this is your chance.
Dance with the Faeries, what is your fear?
that you'll be trapped here many a year?
What better place is there to be,
where else has such wonders to see?
Fear not, mortal child,
come and spin with us a while,
until the dawn returns to land,
come take a Faery by the hand.

08/27/05

© Tyranny

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