Winter is no wonderland;
It is my cold domain.
Winter is no child's dream;
It is where I remain.
Seelie flit from dale to moor,
Seeking beings they can tame.
Seelie are ever-changing,
But I remain the same.
Ice and wind are what I rule,
For they are dark and cold.
Ice will not obey Seelie;
It can't freeze o'er their wold.
While I be Fae, I am not,
Nor e're will be Seelie.
While I live, I shall remain,
Wildking of Unseelie.
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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...
