Playing with the Faeries

Playing with the Faeries

Saturday, February 16, 2013


This poem was inspired by a early morning experience I had recently.

The wicked wind doth blow as a mournful howl arose.

The white wolf doth walk between here and there

And seen by none but one.

The wisdom he brings rings true.

The traveler wonders what can be found

betwixt the seen and unseen much like a dream.

The wanderer should not tarry and should be wary

of the dark faery as she awakens from the deep deep sleep with many thoughts to keep.

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