Friday, January 30, 2015

within the mad forest

Goblins each are petty kings, wearing crowns of teeth.
Angels are such fright’ning things, overfond of speech.
Fairies call with glittering, as into swamp you sink.
Demons smile and slyly sing, to damn you with a wink.
Small Gods demand offerings grand, to sup upon your woe.
Stay you away from Other lands, pierce not into Feywode.
Traveler be warn’d, Wizard be wise, turn not your wand’ring eyes, unto strange Feywode.

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