When I was foolish and green;
Lost in a mystical frenzy,
Deep in the forest unseen.
Dark was the spirit who led me
To their perverse evening throng;
What was that potion she fed me,
Sweet on the tongue yet so strong?
That’s when I felt myself sinking
Into the Moon-haunted night;
Blackness enveloped my thinking,
Left me benumbed to my plight.
Soon they were circling around me
In a malevolent craze,
Rhythmically rapping their tabors
In the red campfire blaze.
Ever since then I’ve been falling,
It matters not how hard I try;
Cursed by one moment appalling,
Marked till the day that I die.
So, if you sell your soul to the fairies,
You need to know what to expect;
If you sell your soul to the fairies,
The fairies will always collect.
This is like a dark fairy tale, and the rhyme adds to that!
ReplyDeleteThank you. And it's a true story!
DeleteOh I love a good dark faerie tale! This was perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDeleteOh for certain they do! I thoroughly enjoyed this romp with the fairies.
ReplyDeleteOoh, shades of Keats, Yeats, Kipling, Christina Rossetti.... It reads just as if it belongs with all that fairy lore. But – a true story? Now I wonder if all theirs were really metaphorical too.
ReplyDeleteNot 100% true. LOL.
DeleteMetaphor for addiction?
DeleteNo, but that would work too.
DeleteLove it It took me straight to this place where fairies on drums move around the fireplace
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