I hiked along the trail that day,
The air was cool and crisp,
A solitary hiking trip
My pace was not quite brisk.
I had not hiked for very long
Beneath the trees' green shade,
Until a voice behind me hailed
From deep within a glade.
I turned to look with some surprise,
For few of this trail knew
And found myself near face to face
With eyes of twinkling blue.
His skin was of a tawny shade
With freckles everywhere,
Great antlers sprouted 'bove his brow
From curls of auburn hair.
His clothing was of nat'ral make
And wings I did not see,
But this slight clue I did not need
For clearly fey was he.
My recognition for his type
Was written on my face
He noted it with smirk and bow
All Faerie's courtly grace.
"I see that you know of my kind,
Old tales from days of yore."
Said I to him, with wary look,
"Indeed I know your lore."
His smile at this much wider grew,
Me up and down he eyed,
"Then wise are you to know us well,
For most think we have died."
Because indeed the tales I knew
I watched and held quite still;
For this lone sprite I did not trust,
'Bove else his sly good will.
Continuing his playful grin,
Once more he spoke to me:
"Oh, come with me to Seelie Court,
Lost wonders you will see."
His siren's song I felt quite deep,
It stirred within my soul.
And yet I knew I must resist;
My ruin was his goal.
I looked upon his beck'ning hand,
The mischief in his eye,
And knew right then I'd ne'er return
In his fey realm I'd die.
I tore my gaze from his and turned
My back to his fair face,
"I will not come with you!" cried I,
"And be prey to your race."
Far from that place I quickly ran,
Escape took all my will
His parting look I did but glimpse
Bright eyes that haunt me still.
I think 'pon him on summer nights,
My cunning Sylvan Fey;
Perhaps he thinks upon me still,
The one who got away.