My Wings Draw You

Reminds me of the Ancients. A path of the Sidhe (Irish for fair folk or faeries).

Author's Note

Some is styled in Old English. I hope you enjoy! Leave Comments please!

Reviews

[nostal]

Crap, i posted the review without filling the rating in.
Sorry.

[nostal]

This is very gentle and nice.
Great, meaningful poem.

[Brandee D. Hack]

This is the poem....It will not show up for some reason....ENJOY!



Dancing trees sway in my path,
Do you hear me?
Ye fair folk only see my nature.
From others are obscured.

I walk among you in the mist,
can you see me?
I may be a dream,
A fantasy's delight.

A decadence it is to behold,
My stories, all you have heard.
Yet do you know the real me?
In the mist, only you can see.

I am the carer of nature,
a Nymph if you will.
I am among you.
A dancer still.

Come among me,
a trickster's flight.
Beautiful words.
Alone, I take flight.

I fly among trees and creatures of olde.
Only a dream you seek, seek me?

I come out at night,
adorned in bright light.
I am invisible to most.
Similar to the Ancient's Ghosts.

My wings are of me,
they help me take flight.
I wait for my lover,
on this solstice night.

Pray thee, come hither,
I draw you here.
My trap is thy beauty,
A splendor, most rare.

So join me My Prince,
among the trees and stars.
Be my light in this,
help behind these bars.