The Twilight Realm
For those who know and know how much they still don't know. Bloodfever
I remember falling as a child
And being lifted by a faerie-wild
She kissed my cheek and mussed my hair
And then she wasn’t there.
Some blind folk see the fairies clear,
For faeries are always close or near;
Oh, better far than what we see
Are faerie wings that brush our faces
Like spiders’ webs or shimmering laces.
Such magical, lovely, lonely things.
A rustle in the wind reminds us
A faerie sprite is near:
Shush! Do not scare her.
She is full of fear until her night is spent
Her tears upon the pillow-scent…
The crow she sings her lullaby as harsh as harsh can be
But the golden faerie goddess makes it so lovely for me.