Legend has it, they don't burn;
They know not our pain.
But I heard they payed a price,
To live as they do.
It is said they had to slice,
Souls in half to gain,
Dark power that we must spurn:
O'er Iron they reign.
Oh, their mind be sown with vice;
A poison like yew!
To the Fae, they try to splice,
Their caustic domain.
Thus, from their presence, we turn;
From temptation, we refrain.
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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...
