The Faire of Slébhte

Those who follow the adventure of life lose the taste for death and those who long for the adventure of death lose taste for life

But to those who believe in magic and worlds beyond the unseen, those who dare to love, dare to dream

Let me invite you to the world where dreams become menacing and pain becomes beauty

Where beauty is deadly and the fae are cunning, the world Under the Hill that leaves most mortals fumbling

Don't eat the fruit that smells sweet, nor listen to the desire to dance to the beat, be smart, be caring, be cunning, be wild. But make sure never fall for the tricks of the fae's smiles.

The red caps and toadstools stay topped with blood, while pixies and nixies delve into mischievous fun.

The seelie can be kind, returning favors from mortals alike, while the unseelie are cruel and evil, and hurt mortals out of spite

So come my children, one and all, come my children follow the call. In the woods under the willow, you find a bed of clover, shaped as a pillow, sleep there once and you'll know, where all the fae Under The Hill go.