(written for T1nk a few years back, shameless filler! We assure you, real posts are under construction!)
A Dance of Dizdillie Pixies
a dark wood, a cautious tread, enter a green, cool glady
before you stands a welcome sight. a most lovely lady
she turns to depart, a quick smirk and wings of sparkling light
your feet move of their own accord as an eerie tune fills the night
you move quite fast as the two of you reach the clearing’s center
you stare into each other’s eyes and you notice a stag move by at a canter
lightning bugs buzz about. or so they appear to be
other creatures of the wood begin to congregate, from the bear to the flea.
she wraps her arms about you, moves to touch your lips with hers
a sharp intake of breath as the night air gently, tree boughs, stirs.
the kiss is sweet, heady and dripping with delight
your eyes open and where the beasts once were, there are woodland spirits all about yoursight.
the tune grows louder, it comes from the wood itself
the tempo winds itself into a jig and all begin to dance. faerie, sprite and elf
the gnome taps with a couple imps while two fae flight about
elves raise their voices in chant but you shall dance with this pixie, there be no doubt.
the reveling, the singing, the dance goes ever on
no time is there, you prance through air, there’s magic in the song
no mortal could replicate this eve, it happens once every nevertime
you were the one, it was told , you’re the son.
this dance will ne’er be done
so you will move and sway with your pixie queen underneath the bright moonshine