Land of the Fae

[Freya Baggins]

Author's note: Just a random little thing that has been lurking on my hard drive for about a month or two...

 

Land of the Fae

 

As the moonbeams rise

From over the hill

And the sun is biding low

I make my way

To the fae’s golden glade

Where the softest fern doth grow

 

And there I dance until the dawn

Until the moon doth sink

And then I travel home again

To sit silently and think.

 

And when the day is done again,

I swiftly do return

To the golden glade of the gentle fair fae

Where the softest fern doth grow.

[Peredhil]

I like this. Any more hidden gems in the glen called hard drive, seeking the harsh light of day in which to play, leaving moonbeams behind?