“i’m a færie on a long holiday to Earth.”
i once said
when the only flaws i saw in the world
were not getting ice cream
and going to bed early
i’m not sure if I still believe in fæ
and if i do
It’s not the pretty elflings with butterfly wings and honeysuckle crowns
but the ones from older tales
luring wanderers into endless revels
of malign beauty
and fraudulent redemption
stealing children from their mother’s bosom
tricksters of the highest wit
and a part of me longs
for being drawn into a forest feast
of dancing for eternity
until my exhausted corpse
hits the soft summer grass