Fae Fae Fae Fae

morn fades into fog
silhouettes spin in the dim light
pearly mockery beams into the veiled sky
when fairies circle around the old willow
gleaming like fireflies

their hair wild – untamed strands
their eyes holding the mysteries of the worlds behind the mirrors
and deep ponds filled with black water

the wisdom of olden times in their veins
the cruelty of wintery passages in their hearts

gleaming like fireflies
shining like collapsed suns
drinking from the tree of life
feeding on the weakness of mortality