The Faeries
The faeries, they won't let me sleep
They rouse me from my world of dreams
To dance and frolic, dart and leap
In worlds where nothing is as it seems
In the wee hours of the night
While all the world is sleeping
They share with me their heart's delight
To guard it for safekeeping
It is in honor that they share
With me things best kept hidden
and dance through nights without a care
and do what I have bidden
But there is a price for what they do
Long gone my nights of slumber
The visit me the long night through
In glazes of burnt umber
Sometimes they bid me paint their faces
Sometimes to scribe their tales
Capturing their subtle graces
and their lamenting wails
I do cherish our convocation
Grateful for muses spark
and the subsequent conflagration
Illuminating the dark
-Katie Lennon September 17, 2008 3:37 am
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The Faeries
The Faeries
The faeries, they won't let me sleep
They rouse me from my world of dreams
To dance and frolic, dart and leap
In worlds where nothing is as it seems
In the wee hours of the night
While all the world is sleeping
They share with me their heart's delight
To guard it for safekeeping
It is in honor that they share
With me things best kept hidden
and dance through nights without a care
and do what I have bidden
But there is a price for what they do
Long gone my nights of slumber
The visit me the long night through
In glazes of burnt umber
Sometimes they bid me paint their faces
Sometimes to scribe their tales
Capturing their subtle graces
and their lamenting wails
I do cherish our convocation
Grateful for muses spark
and the subsequent conflagration
Illuminating the dark
-Katie Lennon September 17, 2008 3:37 am
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