Children Of The Fae

they dance beneath the moon
children of the forest
round and round their circle grows

their voices echo high and sweet
chanting spell that bind the heart
growing bright in the setting sun

ever seeking the weak,tired and weary
hollowed souls,empty husks
moon blind spirits that stumble and fall

they chant again and again

woodsmoke fills the damp air
their forms drift in and out
casting black illuminations

sweet children of the Fae
shape shifters singing songs
sirens of the shadows

woven deep within forests dark
warp and weft, ever spinning
a web of desire, want and need

magical beings of immortality
their faces beautiful to behold
all is lost as the circle closes

About Cassiopeia Rises

I am an artist and a poet writing and living in NYC.
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3 Responses to Children Of The Fae

  1. well this is just lovely.

  2. Cassiopeia Rises says:

    Much thanks my friend. I am glad you liked it. I have been ill but am back. Thanks for reading my work.


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