A crescent Moon comes to grace the Sea,
By bathing all in fractured Light.
Dancing 'midst the silent silver dune peaks,
Is a minute being of fey glee.
Her hair is plaited with bright Starlight;
The tresses as black as the Night.
The waves yearn for her Magick Song,
Which she will start to weave ere long.
Her laughter, pure as brazen bell, rings,
As Wind comes to join in her Dance.
The Seafoam pale leaps in time with both,
As Frogs begin their Song to Sing.
She pirouettes 'round Wind in fae Light,
Singing with Moon and Stars bright.
At Dawn, where tiny footsteps once fell,
Was naught but a perfect silver shell.
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Faeries Born
PoetryA few poems about Faeries, and their lore. When are Faeries born? What do they do when we don't see them? What happens in the dunes? What is their darker side like? Please understand that while I have the "completed" box checked off, I will still p...
