The Blackthorn Faery
Whimsy, privelege, restraint unknown
So fortunate the fae.
Waggery in the willow fields
Make for a blithesome day.
Lost among the blackthorns
Blended with the shade.
Eyes upon the wanderers;
No homage will be paid.
A single stolen berry
A thread that's spun of gold.
The treasures of the hidden folk,
As tales have often told.
What's thought to be a daydream
Or simple passing glances,
Are anything but ordinary
Familiar circumstances.
For when these fall upon you
And of all things you are wary,
Seek not your truth in reason
But in the blackthorn faery.
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Blackthorn Faery