Faerie RingA Poem by StarrweaverBit of faerie fun and the resulting ring of a night of merrymaking...
Moonlight plays in silver pools, The night air fills with song, Tiny lights twinkle and dance, Magic quivers in the forest glade. A circle glows with faerie light, As the dancers swirl like a glittering rain, Then in a rising column they soar into the sky. The c**k crows as the sun rises, Dew glistens in the sunlight upon both fern and flower, And in the glade a ring remains, one of small hooded men, The night's wonder over, yet faerie magick remains.
Mar. 23, 1984 © 2009 StarrweaverReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 16, 2008 Last Updated on July 13, 2009 AuthorStarrweaverAugusta, GAAboutBeen writing since I was 6 with my first illustrated tale about a herd of wild horses. I write across several genre, including mixing them into a rather interesting batter. But thankfully, they all se.. more..Writing
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