Art by Jim Fitzpatrick ©
Between this world and theirs.
The gentle tinkling of a chime,Which sounded like an Angels rhyme,Came drifting slowly on the breeze,That rocked the tops of tall oak Trees.Above the font, and down the chase,Beneath the trees, into my place.And there a lingered time did dwell,And showed to me a Faerie dell.
They came from every rock and tree,To frollick in the grass so free.They laughed and danced and follied there,And I was blest, allowed to share,The magick of the Faerie Folk,A realm of which I'd oft heard Spoke.I never dared to hope to see,Nor ever walk among so free,Such beauty, hidden from the viewOf mortal man, I tell you True.Twas but belief, and love alone,Which took me to the Faerie Throne.
With leaves of green, and berries red,They placed a ring upon my head,And led me forth in merry dance,I did not doubt, but took my chance,And followed on this mighty throng,Enchanted by their simple song.The lights were bright in tiny hands,And I was shown into their lands.Through misty curtains, I did pass,Which rose like breath above the Grass.And there she stood, but so divine,In mantle like the blood red Wine.All shrouded in a haze of red,A golden crown upon her head.
She raised a hand and bade me sit,And many candles then were lit.She spoke to me of long ago,And stories which my heart did know,Of lands where no man ever goes,Of otherworldly beasts and foes.A silver ball shall be your prize,To enter now, you must be wise.I stood with pride, and then stepped through,And took the ball to show to you.That you may know the sound which shows,A land, Where man and Faerie goes.
~ Maelwys ~