Walking by the park one day,
I thought I heard someone say
A whisper close to my ear.
I turned to see an odd leer
Of a Faerie watching me
With piqued curiosity.
The appearance of this Sidhe
Was quite a strange sight to see,
With tusks growing from his head,
And skin the color of lead.
He said, "Retreat whence you came,
Otherwise, give me your name."
"My name holds a great value
To a Faerie such as you,"
Was my indirect answer.
"You must excuse me now, sir."
He then melded with trees,
With nothing left but a breeze.
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Faeries Born
PoetryA few poems about Faeries, and their lore. When are Faeries born? What do they do when we don't see them? What happens in the dunes? What is their darker side like? Please understand that while I have the "completed" box checked off, I will still p...
