Upon the edge of forest green, perchance you’ve walked, you may
Have seen, the tiny rings of clover leaf, and dared not wonder,
What’s beneath.
Well I shall tell you of a tale, that happened neath a moon so pale,
I walked along where none could see, by Druids font, and tall oak Tree.
And there did sit upon the grass, and gaze upon a stream that passed,
Before my eyes, still unaware, of all
That really lingered there.
Between this world and theirs.

The gentle tinkling of a chime, which sounded like an Angels rhyme,
Came drifting slowly on the breeze, that rocked the tops of tall oak Trees.
Above the font, and down the chase, beneath the trees, into my place.
And there a lingered time did dwell,
and showed to me a Faerie dell.
Between this world and theirs.

They came from every rock and tree, to frollick in the grass, so free.
They laughed and danced and follied there, and I was blest, allowed to
Share, the magick of the Faerie Folk, a realm of which I’d oft heard
Spoke. I never dared to hope to see, nor ever walk amongst so free,
Such beauty, hidden from the view of mortal man,
I tell you True.
Twas But belief, and love alone, which took me to the Faerie Throne.
Between this world and theirs.

With leaves of green and berries red, they placed a ring upon my head,
And led me forth in merry dance. I did not doubt, but took my chance,
And followed on this mighty throng,
Enchanted by their simple song.
The lights were bright in tiny hands, and I was shown into their lands.
Through misty curtains, I did pass, which rose like breath above the Grass,
and there she stood, but so
Divine, in mantle like the blood red wine.
All shrouded in a haze of red, a golden crown upon her head.
Between this world and theirs.

She raised a hand, and bade me sit, and many candles then were lit.
She spoke to me of long ago, and stories which my heart did know,
Of lands where no man ever goes, of otherwordly beasts and foes.
A silver ball shall be your prize, to enter now, you must be wise.
I stood with pride, and then stepped through, and took the ball to
Show to you. That you may know the sound which shows, a land,
Where man, and Faerie goes.
Between this world, and theirs.

Maélwys /|\