The Faerie Fey
The Faerie Fey.
Child, when you close your eyes at night,
To sleep, perchance to dream,
Do you wish to look on the Faerie Fey,
And to see what I have seen?
For in the hollow coppices,
Where iron barbs the trees,
There may the Faerie Fey be found,
Among the rusted leaves.
Would you wish to be a changeling child,
While lies enchant your heart,
And ribbons black entwine your soul,
Where metal leaves its mark.
For I have been with the Faerie Fey,
I have seen their love run deep,
I have seen their bitter twisted souls,
And the secrets that they keep.
On darkling nights of winter,
The Fey knight makes his stand,
And he rides for death on horses black,
And turns time in the palm of his hand.
And on bright eves of summer,
Process the Faery queens,
For with a kiss of poisoned lips,
They kill all mortal dreams.
The travellers come from distant lands,
And fly on bloodied wings,
To clothe the court in silken faire,
And masquerading things.
And in the hollow coppice fey,
They dance to Faery tunes