The Banquet And The Playing Of Pipes
Mab soon rang a little bell,
And a few servants brought out a long table.
It seemed to be made from a turtle shell,
And I began to wonder if it would be very stable.
I sat to the left of the Queen in a place of honor.
Realizing their food would not suffice,
I began to eat my apple so as to not bring about dishonor.
But I did eat their food, and asked for helpings thrice.
Their dishes included fruits and nuts and berries.
Anything sweet that nature gave,
Was gobbled up by hungry fairies.
I soon noticed that of these strange foods I did crave.
Things like pears and peaches and plums,
All the way down to the last cracker crumbs.
After the meal was taken away,
The crowd parted, despite some murmuring of the fey,
The Queen demanded entertainment.
And soon emerged a fairy boy who claimed he could play any musical arrangement.
Queen Mab requested a piece I had not heard of before.
And so he began to perform his chore
He pulled out what I believed to be pan pipes,
And blew in to them a lovely tune.
This little shock quieted all gripes,
As the music floated up to the full moon.
The mood changed like the waves of the ocean,
Ebbing and flowing softly.
My mind began to think in slow motion,
Thoughts were forming poorly.
I began to nod off to sleep.
And though I tried to fight it,
Into my head did creep.
And so in I let them flit.
I am not sure when the music ended,
But while it lasted, it was splendid.
When I awoke I was frozen with shock.
A ceiling was hanging over me like a mythical Roc.
I was back in my bed at home,
And all I had left was memories of my nighttime roam.
When the truth sank in I felt a sense of fear,
That I had lost them and they had become austere.