| Galleries : Thornwode Book Come dance with me midsummer's eve.
Come brave the faery lights!
And nevermind what you might see --
of forbidden faery sights.
And nevermind the honeyed fruits,
the moonlit flows of faery wines.
And drink not of the liquid song
from faery flutes divine.
Come dance and let the weaving spell
flow through and braid around;
But do not dare forget you stand
upon a faery mound. |
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