Faery Poem

Mist-clad in the light of the moon,

Starspun seekers - I search for thee!

Faery light - I ask thy boon,

Of branch and thorn of elder tree!

Wood woven creatures, shadow weavers,

River keepers - come to me!

Just beyond reaching,

Never in keeping,

Spirit of Faery - I call unto thee!

Wind-hewn wildness,

Dark and brightness,

Spiral enchantments, born of the sky!

Cradle me within eleven hands,

Abide with me, thy human child!

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