By Donna Ferguson Dudley
Word Count: 94
Rating: G
Summary: A short poem of the Faery Folk
The Faery folk of Ireland, fly, teased forth, by watching Old Moon’s beams, to rise!
With gleeful hearts, and spirits, soaring, they make their forays, to the waiting skies!
In wind’s caress, such loveliness, in silver shafts, of blessed light’s revealed!
Their powers, freed, their hearts, they heed, no further need, to hide, in flower, or field!
The night is theirs, with stars, to share, wings, beating rhythm, of their free, wild hearts!
This is the moment, of their ascendance, while all around them, Night, of Magic starts!