On the winds of the morrow I hear whispers of faeries
Calling out to those who are lost
Hoping they'll follow their mischivious voices
Into the trap they laid
Watching the lost and weary
Wondering when one will follow
For I've been trapped long enough
In this village of the faeries
I hear the whispers and I watch on
Knowing that the musical sound will bring
My replacement as the faeries fun
Though part of me will miss all the mayhem
I see a lost wonder
She hears the whispers only those lost can hear
I then add my voice to the whispers
Only wishing her go on
Hearing the whispers of the faeries
I don't want to share
I believe I've found a home
As the faery that was lost one morrow long ago
I hope you all enjoy this it was a spur of the moment poem.
Love
Stace
