Come and find the Land of Stone,
Deep beneath the Thrones of Old.
For such longings never cease,
Drawing t'ward the ancient wold.
Under Brugh and Hearth alike,
Lurks a Shade inside the Dark.
But Mortals have more to fear,
Than a Faerie in their park.
Hark, ye Fae! O, hark, ye Man!
The Dark Shadow be at hand.
Hark, ye Fae! O, hark, ye Man!
Be cautious in this Strange Land.
The Faeries live for Ages,
Compar'd to a Mortal Man.
Yet elder still is this Shade,
From whom long-liv'd Faeries ran.
Be not alarm'd, dear Mortal,
When the Cloaked One draws near.
Unlike Fey, accept this Fate,
And go forth with your mind clear.
Hark, ye Fae! O, hark, ye Man!
The Dark Shadow be at hand.
Hark, ye Fae! O hark, ye Man!
Be cautious in this Strange Land.
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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...
