This is a poem inspired by Maggie Murdoch, one of Dinah's and Vincent's adversaries in the amazing first volume of Bizenghast.


The Beckon of the Fairy Woman

Come visit me, children,

Way out in the wood;

The trees are a kings-court,

The flowers, a flood.

In shift and in bonnet,

In breeches and shoe,

Bring your brothers and sisters—

The Fae will come, too.

We shall sing with the merfolk,

And dance with the sprites.

You will see things by day

That you've ne'er dreamt at night.

We'll make garlands of flowers

And lances of limbs

And play at knights and ladies

To satisfy whims.

But, dears, don't tell your mothers

Nor fathers, I beg,

For a secret's less harm than

A lash to the leg.

So be good little children

At home, yes, but please,

If you can slip away,

Do slip in 'mongst the trees,

For to visit old Maggi

And have a good play,

And hear of the fairies

And while time away.

(And I'll show you my fishline,

My children so sweet,

Then you'll sink to the bottom,

The merfolk to meet.)