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A Faery's Lullabye BY: Heather Grasse The evening's sun is shining Lighting up the crimson sky And the flowers, they are pining For a Faery's Lullabye. The sunset dew is twinkling On her wings a shining red Perhaps her song will give an inkling Of dreams that dance ahead. Her song is lilting magic A pure and graceful tune Nothing grim and nothing tragic As to the rosebuds she does croon. Limbs slender, elegant, smooth Skin pale like fresh-warm milk As the tulips she does soothe Her hair floats like spider's silk. Her eyes shed a gorgeous spark Like jewels set within a crown As the sky approaches dark And the sun keeps coming down. Her voice grows soft and deep While for peace's sake she sings And the daisies nod to sleep As she flits her Faery's wings Dancing in the balmy breeze In a sky a violet hue She lifts her voice with ease To let the mighty elms sleep, too. The sun still faintly glows As it dangles in the skies But it has gotten far too low And must say tonight's good-byes. The flowers doze 'neath a star-studded sky In a calm and tranquil bliss So she ends her Lullabye And blows the sun a farewell kiss.
She shines like fire in the glissening sun, her tears doubled for the dew and have the ability to quench thirst just by a glance. Her hair compramised for the leaves, but never dies, yet still changes colors with the seasons. Limbs like branches, but can never be broken. Her strenght exceeds all others, but is not just merely physical. i can never be her, but she can never be me. and i know she will one day sicken of the thought of eternity.
**~**Drea**~**
Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard by Leigh Hunt We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen, be your apples. When to bed the world are bobbing, Then's the time for orchard-robbing; Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling, Were it not for stealing, stealing. All materials copyrighted © 1995-1999 Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard, copyright © 1999, Leigh Hunt
~Your senses will tell you the Truth~ Listen around to hear the sound of a sweet tinkle, of a small sprinkle filled with love and faerie dust, listen we must!! Look around to see a glow around you and me, sure signs we are fae, to this very day and our kind, although hard to find, is very kind!! Pick a flower, surely you feel some power in knowing they are real, in your soul you must feel Peace and content to an unhuman extent. ~*Drea*~
My Life I see souls damned to the chamber of fire, Tears of blood cover the ground, my footprints in the red sea, as it swallows me as it drinks the disgrace that I brought upon my soul. I see the horror I called my life, the pain, the suffering, and the hatred I had not a moment of happiness since the day my life was destroyed. I see the dark figure that stands over me, when my eyes are closed and the nightmares begin It haunts my dreams, my only escape. I pray to a god that long forgotten me to end this suffering I call my life. BY: Jennifer Norwood and Marcia Miller
The faeries had a gathering last eve
I visited in my dreams
they spoke of enchanted being
and they sang of their griffin lovers
they drank the earthly wine that fell from the clouds
they sat upon their stools of shroom.
This morning I awoke and found the circle made by their thrones
I was told I missed the magic
but no,
the magic sits upon my soul.
---Nicole Haning
Faeries are real, They are among us.
If you do not believe you will not have the thrill,
you will not be protected and you will not see the magic.
Turn your face into the world of illusion
forget the basic reality
and give them your destiny.
---Jennifer Norwood
Oh, who is the so merry,so merry, heigh ho! As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho, Heigh ho! He dances and sings To the sound of his wings, With a hey and a heigh and a ho! Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho! As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho, Heigh ho! His necter he sips From the primroses' lips, With a hey and a heigh a ho! Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho! As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho! Heigh ho! The night is his moon And his sun is the moon, With a hey and a heigh and a ho! --Anonymous
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