Poem: The Fae Along the Path

In whispers at bars they speak

Late at night of a fae they seek

Pale of skin and golden of hair

A legendary maiden who is so fair

A single look from her sky blue eyes

Ensures that any man who sees dies 

After filling his life in futile pursuit

Of a  beauty rendered him mute



So be wary on the road my dear sons

If you cross a strange beauty run

For she lies in wait along forest path

Waiting to find her soulmate at last

To drag him off to her hidden home

A perfect husband left to die alone



Be brave and Keep your wits about my boys

Or you’ll be another of the fairy queens toys

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Ingrid posted a over at dVerse posted a prompt focused on oral poetry, which inspired me to think about early oral traditions focused on legends and the passing of knowledge.

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