Sunday 25 May 2014

The Sylvan Fae

But the Sylvan Fae just wants to frolick all day
Amidst the trees and forget-me-nots
On the cool moss she wants to lay
Picking the daisies and making knots
For a wreath of priceless gold
For a wreath that cannot be sold

The Sylvan Fae just wants to sing all evening
and watch the dragonflies sway and swing
From the oaks the sap is oozing and seeping
and untouched was she by the insects' sting
Wearing her wreath of priceless gold
Wearing a wreath that cannot be sold

But she remained alone, the Sylvan Fae
He who enchanted her spirit remains absent
He who has her heart in the grass does not lay
He's drowned in hypocras and ale and absinthe
Not seeing her wreath of priceless gold
Not seeing her wreath that cannot be sold

But she would never ever stop frolicking
The Sylvan Fae avowed and swore
For her world should stay merry and mesmerizing
For all the love the forest and faes for her bore

Here is a wreath of forget-me-nots and daisies
Crown yourself and fare on, valiant traveler
The Sylvan Fae blesses your way.


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