Heathen Host
from Sky or Sea or sacred Land,
the Faeries sing and dance and shimmer…
in sacred circles made of stone.
arising from the Sídhe mound,
at dusk or dawn you’ll see us glimmer…
for We are called the Shining Ones.
to laws of man We are not bound,
waxing brighter, waning dimmer…
We’re born of light and hearts and bones,
and though Our magick may astound,
it’s costliness would make you quiver…
so have a care for what you’d own.
Our magick flows in light and sound,
wherever the Veil of Worlds grows thinner…
for Sprite and Fae and Elf and Gnome.
