The Fae

Away in the night their voices call, Tumbling, tumbling, I answer them all. Deep in the forest, their footsteps appear, Now I know, now I know, that they are near. A flash of light skin, the glare of green eyes, Tricksters, tricksters, these are but lies. A violin plays, a loud, joyful tune, But ho! But ho! 'Tis the cry of the loon! Where shall I find them, the Fae, these delights? Follow, follow, the path of the night.