We have not king nor queen
As to lord over us.
Our forebears made it so.
We do not make mischief
But nor do we make good.
Our forebears made it so.
We are the Wild Fae,
Who have known no master.
We wander between worlds.
Betwixt the Light and Dark,
For we are without home.
We wander between worlds.
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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...
