Come, Gather Near

by
Ferrashynn

Come - gather near
To the smoldering fire
The embers, aflame
Will console and inspire!
Sit in the glade
When the faery muse comes-
Magick is made with the flick of our tongues!
Oh! Dance with the Sidhe
Under silvery moon!
Word woven trance is the light of their boon!
Bear ye the hearts of all mortal men -
Dance with the fey in the boughs of Green Glen!