The mists that play in Farsea Brake
Are clammy to the touch
Beware and do not linger late
Or stay to see too much
The lady of the Farsea Wood
With leafy crown’s display
Ensnares the hearts of those who should
Have stayed further away.
Her smile austere on face serene
Demands a pledge of truth
The fairest lady ever seen
Completely without ruth.
No pity lies there in her eyes
No kindness in her gaze
Ready to take the fool or wise
Into her magic haze
The mists that play in Farsea Brake
Will hide a wand’ring soul
If any sleeps, he may not wake
As sorcerous mists enfold
The first word that comes to mind is eerie. It gave me chills - more than the Halloween one, to be honest.
ReplyDeleteLilya Laurel
Thank you! that's a great compliment
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