Into The Fae

By way of the will-o'-the-wisps at nightThrough enchanted forest and meadowI am lead astray following spectral lightTo the marshes that fuel their glow Distant church bells, four-leaf cloverMissing mother's protective charmsclothing inside out, made overWithout ward, a gift into their arms Warnings not to barter with healthWealth a namely price of disguiseHe stood, small statured … Continue reading Into The Fae