Poem: Out to the Hazel Wood

Late at night under the moon
Celebrated by the evening sounds
Of the creatures singing to Mani
I went out to the hazel wood
Because their was a fire in my head
Lit by the fairy folk
Who come to take children away
Barefoot in my night gown
Like a whisper in the eve
I go to that secret place
To dance with Queen Mab
With laughter and joy
All the memories of the glen
Fading with each twirl

Still they tell tales
Of the girl in the hazel wood
Where on full moon nights
You can still hear her giggles
Carried by the rustling leaves
Through the evening air

Inspired by the prompt here.

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