The Faerie Folk

THE FAERIE FOLK

Down in the meadow where the mosses grow, the Pixies dance with their hair aglow.
Deep in the forest where the trees grow tall, the Dryad’s embrace will hold you in thrall.
In rivers, springs, fountains and streams, Naiads whisper of their sultry dreams.
On the moonlit shore of a secluded bay, Kelpies shed their skins and play.
Beneath the ocean’s waves and foaming curls, an Undine entwines her hair with pearls.
Upon a rocky shore you may chance to hear, a Mermaid singing, soft and clear.
Look to the sky and high mountain peak, if it is the winged Sylphs that you seek.
High in the midnight sky do climb, Dragons and Gryphons in their prime.
Within their deep dug diamond caverns, Dwarves drink in their shinning taverns.
Wherever minerals gather in great numbers, so the Gnomes are wont to slumber.
Be you looking for shoes or wealth, tis the Leprechaun you must approach with stealth.
Next to the hearth you will always find a loyal Brownie to each house assigned.
Slight not these helpful fellows nor spurn, or Hobgoblins into Boggarts turn.
From under the eaves when death draws near, the Banshees wail and will soon appear.
Out on the marshes at the end of day, Will o’ the Wisps wait to lead you astray.
Rocking in the cradle by the candle light, Changelings cry o’er their pitiful plight.
Beware the shape-shifting gray horse, the Kelpie will drown you and much worse.
If you at night a black horse do meet, tis the Pooka and your foot best be fleet.
To see the Faerie Folk is to be granted a boon, given only under a Faerie Full Moon.
So dance in a Faerie Circle when the moon is bright and you will gain Faerie Sight.

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