14 August 2012
A ring of foxgloves on the ground, A sharp and light musical sound.
Echoing laughter, enticing noise, Elegant bodies, erect with poise.
'Come and join us!' - they all tempt, With hair of leaves, they look unkempt.
As if they've been there far too long, Dancing to one song after song.
'Come and dance!' - they beg and plead, Their voices tempting, full of need.
Spindle limbs and swaying skin, These Fae look a bit too thin...
Do they stop to eat or drink? 'Come and dance! No need to think!'
It's tempting yet they hold you back, And suddenly their words attack:
Their faces stretch and they grow claws, The clearing's fills with shrieking roars:
Don't ever dance with woodland Fae, They'll steal your heart and soul away.
Dance Of The Fae. • Opuss № I