The Fairie Ball
by Susan Settje
I dream a dream of faerie queens and kings
in forest glade where I know faeries dwell.
The full moon dancing as the zephyr sings
Through cedar boughs and round the wishing well.
Oh romance sweet, a brave and noble knight
to princess fair was married on this day.
A royal banquet, such a festive sight.
Great merriment, we’ll dance the night away.
Sir Owl, from high atop a lofty pine,
acts sentinel. All’s well; his distant call.
In shadowed woods the new born fawns recline
too young to be at this year’s faerie ball.
No, don’t wake me just yet, it’s almost dawn,
Come sunrise, all the faeries will be gone.
in forest glade where I know faeries dwell.
The full moon dancing as the zephyr sings
Through cedar boughs and round the wishing well.
Oh romance sweet, a brave and noble knight
to princess fair was married on this day.
A royal banquet, such a festive sight.
Great merriment, we’ll dance the night away.
Sir Owl, from high atop a lofty pine,
acts sentinel. All’s well; his distant call.
In shadowed woods the new born fawns recline
too young to be at this year’s faerie ball.
No, don’t wake me just yet, it’s almost dawn,
Come sunrise, all the faeries will be gone.
The Fae of Skye are starting to plan their Beltane Celebration. Please save the date & time:
April 30 at 6pm slt
We'll dance together into May in the magical faerie glen on Isle of Skye, Winterfell Anodyne.
More information will be coming in the next weeks.
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