"Something Fey"
by E. A. Fredericks

   There’s something Fey out there tonight.

   The wind keens sorrowfully, and the sea crashes against the rocks, howling with a tempestuous rage that fits her, oh, fits her so well. Rain scents flirt with the wailing gale, tease my senses, before being carried away.

   And there’s something Fey out there tonight.

   Blue-green voices tug at my mind, demanding attention, dancing away when it is given to them. Tantalizing, teasing, singing in my ears, they appear and vanish with every flicker and leap of flame and shadow. Figures dance in the corner of my eyes, red and gold, taunting darkness and light equally.

   Yes, dear, there’s something Fey out there tonight.

   Beckoning me, haunting me, I cannot escape the call. Sweet, invisible strains, singing to me in blue-green voices, they slide around your words, masking what you say, transforming it, until even you sing in harmony with them. They pull my eyes to the window, veiling my vision with silver frost. They silence my tongue, and alter my hearing with their rose-grey visions, blue-green voices.

   Darling, there’s something Fey out there tonight.

   Spidery songs webbed across my mind, I cannot heed anything but their blue-green voices, and you fade away under the rose-grey apparitions brushing moth-winged suggestions against my consciousness.

   Calling to me, there’s something Fey out there tonight.

   No one moves to restrain my soul as it reaches out to the sobbing wind. No one sees the sea beckoning me with foam-soft hands. No one hears the blue-green songs in the air, notices the red-gold shapes dancing in shadow and flame, realizes the rose-grey specters masking the night.

   Ah, no one knows, but there’s something Fey out there tonight.

   You don’t hold me back as I leave. You don’t realize what summons me, from a place you don’t see. You cannot hear, cannot see. . .

   Ah, darling, there’s something Fey out there tonight. . . .

   If only you had seen. . . .

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I'm dedicating this piece to Jenny! 'cause she likes it the most! Thankee, Jenny!