A drop of dew, and only one;
Silk of spider, so neatly spun.
Tear of mortal, easily done,
Enemy's blood, how bravely won!
Stir these thing up, then let them flow;
Unseelie flee from sacred shores.
How does it provide for its Court?
With blood and pow'r of its enemies.
Seelie water, from land of Faerie,
Flowing crimson from the highest peak.
Trickling down to the lowest vale, this
Bloodied river; this long, scarlet creek.
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Faeries Born
PoetryA few poems about Faeries, and their lore. When are Faeries born? What do they do when we don't see them? What happens in the dunes? What is their darker side like? Please understand that while I have the "completed" box checked off, I will still p...
