The Faerie Dance

The mad man doth sing.

In glory, in glory,

the mad man sings

of sexual pleasures

and other such things.

As they dance and dance

in circles and boxes,

their beauty draws in,

as cunning as foxes.

The dance shifts,

rippling water.

A wave growing higher

and significantly broader.

 

The mortals in the circles

dance until they bleed,

but the Good Folk keep dancing

in time to the reed.

They dance and they dance

to a beat that persists.

A beat not even

the mad man can resist.

So, the mad man and the doomed

join the fray,

their lives and their souls

withering away.

Author's Note

My obsession with faeries. :)

Reviews

[Amera]

This is a joy to recite!
MysticMirage is one of the best poets I know and when I saw that she bookmarked this poem, I simply had to come here. It's a true fantasy delight!

Love,
Am era

[MysticMirage]

:O Gosh this is gorgeous!!!
I so love faeries and this is as magical as they are! Well done and thank you for sharing it with me :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I adore faeries myself. I have something for you............this is wonderful!

[quinfinn]

faeries (or fairies) are real. i have seen them. only those who they wish to see them actually do. beautifully done!

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

E.V. that was truly brillant, I just loved it, full of such great imagery.xo