Dew of the Fey

by eternallyhisqueeninMirkwood

A poem about the lil folk in Lord of the Rings They are the mischevious Fey folk from aroun Rivendell,and a few others ive wrote this year

1. Chapter 1

DEW OF THE FEY

Fey little folk,

in the woods,

dance dew on the petals,

and rain from the sky,

each night they come out,

gathering friends, a banquet begins.

Yellow pollen becomes wine,

catterpillars, cooked swine,

butterflies, roasted duck and turkey,

all taste devine.

After the feast,

a ball pursues,

rags turn to gowns,

sepals to crowns,

they dance on the webs,

and flit on the flowers.

When we wake up,

and go outside,

there's evidence around,

the fey folk are here,

they are still near.