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The Faerie Feast - John Bliven Morin 2011©Hawaii USA

O please won’t someone listen to
The tale I have to tell?
I know you won’t believe me for
She cast a faerie spell.

T’was late one night, the first of May,
I left the Toad-and-Tack
To walk the mile or so to home
Along the wagon track,

Which winds it way around the edge
Of the ancient forest, long,
When I heard the sound of music, gay,
And voices raised in song.

I stopped and turned and listened there,
The music, an elation;
I looked and searched but could not see
The source of celebration.

So into the forest dark I crept,
So curious was I;
I thought I saw some lights ahead,
flickering quite nigh.

As I came near, the music swelled,
And through the trees I saw
A thousand tiny creatures, fair;
I crouched in silent awe.

Three tables, long, with candles, lit,
Were filled with faerie food,
And all about, the wee folk sat
In costumes multi-hued.

Some flew about as serving maids,
Bringing dishes, filled,
And taking empty dishes back,
Without a dew-drop spilled.

Horns blew and all the comp’ny stood,
Down flew a gilded coach
Pulled by a team of dragonflies;
All bowed at its approach.

Out stepped the fairest of the fair,
Most beautiful I’ve seen,
With maids-in-waiting attending;
I knew she was their Queen.

But then I was discovered,
And all the host was hushed;
A hundred angry warriors
Toward me quickly rushed!

I could not move, nor speak a word;
My body left the ground
As I was carried to the Queen
With faerie-magic bound.

“Thou hast intruded on our feast;
For that thou’st no excuse!
The penalty could be thy life –
But I shall turn thee loose.”

“Of what thou saw tonight, I vow,
To all thy friends thou’lt tell,
But none will ‘ere believe thee,
For I’ll cast Cassandra’s spell.”

And as she spoke the magic words
In some forgotten tongue,
There was a flash like light’ning,
Then darkness, to me clung.

When I awoke, t’was morning, bright;
I lay beside the track;
I rose up slowly to my feet
And memories came back.

Don’t turn your back and walk away!
It’s true, I vow, I swear!
I saw a Faerie Feast last May
And a Faerie Queen was there!

O please won’t someone listen to
The tale I have to tell?
Alas! No one believes me for
She cast a faerie spell!

Copyright (C) 2011 by John Bliven Morin

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