How dost go this day, amidst the merriment of the Fae?
Elves and Sprites must end their play, whilst the night now melts away...
Like grains of sand in the hour-glass; dew upon the blades of grass
The Queen will now become the prey; the sunlight breaks and points the way
The emerald once clear and bright; had given her the gift of sight
Gathered within this circle rite, her invocation, her Blue Knight
Now obscured by sugared lies, hidden 'neath thy sweet disguise
Vile potion filled with spite veiled within a milky white
To fight the battle never won; lose the war not yet begun
"Come" she calls to the one, "shelter us from the sun
That burns the forest and the glen, and all the life that dwells within"
Release this deathly poison wrapped in their stories spun
As the sun consumes the sky, sears the image within the eye
Her Blue Knight confounds the lie, as the day turns into nigh
Blessings from the Fairy Queen, her scepter liquid emerald green
Bestows clarity to the wise and removes the veil now from their eyes
Light and darkness within the mixture
Life and death, Green Fairy elixir
M Teresa Clayton
