One eve, I wandered,
through grassy glade,
Breathing scents of apples,
and violets.
While, at some distance,
strange music, played.
But I did not know the secret,
yet!
–
Somehow, the source, I
could not find,
Strange, how it somehow,
eluded me!
Though I did look, before,
and behind,
Sweet notes remained, a
mystery!
–
Off to my right, some clover
grew,
To my surprise, all leaves, of
four!
While in the twilight, drowsy
bees,
Led me to where I found, yet,
more!
–
Luck’s clover wreath, I
fashioned, there,
Hearing, a giggle, faery bright!
I placed the wreath, upon my
hair,
Watching the sun, sink down,
to night.
–
Clover, four-leaved, breaks
faeries’ spells,
So, warded well, I had no
fear,
That I’d be caught, and past
the veil,
Destined to dance, for many
years.
–
Passing, beneath three trees
of Thorn,
Noticing, not, wreath
snatched, and gone,
Only protection, from fae,
well shorn,
Leaving defenseless, me,
alone.
–
A raven perched, upon a tree,
Cawing, in harsh and strident
voice.
Somehow, I knew, he said, to
me,
“Best be away, while you
have choice!”
–
Too late! For charmed, I
traveled on,
To next, discover, red and
white,
Mushrooms, that made a
faery ring,
Where faeries danced, in
pure delight!
–
“Oh, come and dance the
faery ring!
Free, you will be, of cares
and woe.
Come, lift your voice, and
with us sing,
And leave behind the world,
you know!”
–
Enchantment’s thrall, I can,
but obey,
Toward the ring, forced, each
step, I take,
Gone is the time, I could turn,
away.
The world I have known, I
must now, forsake!
–
If you should find, yourself,
one day,
Breathing in violet or apple
bliss,
While into the air, chimed
music plays,
Be well forewarned; it comes
to this!
–
Raven and crow are
harbingers,
Warning of faeries,
somewhere near.
With lure of luck’s clover, as
clever draw,
They giggle, while planning,
to catch you, here!
–
And if you’re drawn, to step
within,
Circle of mushrooms, red and
white,
Say your “goodbyes”, to the
world of men,
And say “hello”, to the Fae’s
Delight!
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