~*~ Poems ~*~

Elf Creed - By Sabrina Story

Those who weareth of the magic elf shoes, shall never again have the blues. You will dance, play & skip to the moon. Laughter, joy and happiness will be with you soon.

Don't be afraid to let your elfness out. Playing hide & seek in the forest, kicking your heals and giggling is what it's all about. So pickup some fairy dust, lift up some spirits and sing out loud so all the wood nymphs can hear it.

And when you've played with elf shoes enough my brother, pass on the elf tradition and give them to another.

Spirit - Lady Jessica

"Like a careless spirit
who's late getting home.
The fairy rushed by
knocking over the gnome.

The impact was rough and
the gnome he went flying.
He got stuck in a mushroom
and then began crying.

The fairy was startled for
she'd landed in a brook.
Wondering what she'd hit
she turned to take a look.

With disgust she noted that it was a gnome
a sight that you'd rather not see.
Had it been another sprite or even an elf
she might have helped it to get free.

But to lend aid to a gnome
was a thing she could not.
It wasn't a question of
whether she ought.

So she picked herself up
and she shook out her hair.
Then off she flew like
she hadn't a care.

Out of all the many creatures
their problems are vast.
But to a snooty fairy
the gnome's comes last."

FEY INVASION - Lacy M. Ewing

Beyond the flames of crystal fire,
the Fey belong to brutal pyre,
and blush our hardened, taunted lips,
to kiss the flowers at their hips.

Crumbling leaves and Winter’s Fall,
dance between their whining calls,
as goblins covet their gleaming gems,
they plot to make the portal bend,

To let their rage seep in the world;
all their lonely passions twirled,
To join our lives of crust and pain,
To slice the Able from the Cain,
To show our men the will of Femme,
and steal the woman’s purest gem.

They’d rule the Celts and witches fair,
that fuel the fire in their hair,
They’d search the hills for all our twins,
and make incarnate all our sins;
And rush the sky with much of nothing,
to place their crown upon new king.

Echoless regards of placid, hollow fields,
and wars of swords without our shields,
as heroes bled with much untold,
made true this song of kingdoms old,
we closed our doors but gently tight,
to calm our kisses with their fright.

Green - Renae Maynard

Once, twice, step softly, child. Step softly into the green! If they hear you, they will surely run, and you will never see them, ever again….

Well, perhaps not until next year, but then you might be too old…. You might not believe.

What's that? You say you won't ever forget? That you will hold them in your heart forever? I believe you think you will, But if you make too much noise, the energy dies…

And true, you might know of them always, You may wish for them to be… But your eyes and ears, they will be tainted. Unable, and perhaps unwilling…

I used to believe in them too, Knowing they sang, & danced behind the green, hearing them talk in my mind and my dreams, calling to me….

But once I came, & made too much noise, and even though I almost heard them, and almost knew that they were there, I never saw them again.

And now their joyous songs, are only faint whispers in my desperately clinging thoughts. I wish to bring them back child, to Believe, But it is too late….

So walk softly child. Don't make too much noise! I want you to see them, Now, and always….