At Dusk, the time that Dreams do awake,
Appears a glow of which Faeries spake.
Between the two realms of Sleep and Sight,
Shines forth the miniscule Faerie Light.
When the fey Faeries' bright Voices lift,
They Sing softly, gladly of the Lights' Gift.
"Whoso spots Golden, Bronze, or Silver,
"For'sts' thoughts shall always be beholden.
"Whoso sights Blue, Green, as well as Pink,
"Shall be made marvelous things to Think.
"The rarest colour, howe'er, White be:
"Its Gift given we have yet to see."
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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...
