Faerie dances.
Out in the dark of the woods
She walks alone.
The moon is full tonight
She is lost tonight
The faeries play their games tonight
She follows the song
They beg her to dance
She shan't resist.
Her friends call to her:
‘They shall drive you insane
You shan't ever return
Ti’s not for a mortal to dance with the fée.’
They warn her of danger,
Of Fayrie tricks.
She nods, appearing to listen to good sense.
There is no sense in a full moon.
Then the fair ones call
‘Come dance!
Play with us ‘neath the ancient oak!
Dance with us around the mushroom circles!
Sing our songs with us! Join us in moonlit harmony!’
‘You shan't return sane.’ her well meant friends tell her again.
She simply laughs,
‘My friends, don't you know me?
I was never sane.’
She shall dance with the fey tonight.
Their music shall fill her head.
She shall join her voice with them in ethereal harmony under the moon.
She shall not return sane,
She never was sane.
I wrote that yesterday, Elouisha says I should do a poetry book. I don't know if I will, but never the less I bestow upon you this poem.
