by Mandy Moe Pwint Tu
Beyond the edges of the world,
Beyond misty mountains grey;
A silver curtain does unfurl
A land trod by fays.
There many buds unfold,
In the bright spring time;
Where little leaves feeling bold,
Take their places on pines.
Gurgling streams passing by
The forest of emerald green,
Reflect the azure sapphire sky
As always it had been.
Silver fountains, fragrant meadows,
Silent shores, roaring seas,
Snow-tipped mountains, erring shadows,
Heathered moors, sighing breeze.
All is so in Faërie,
This is so in Faërie.
No mortal who knew could e'er report
The simple beech nor elm in Faërie.
For Faërie was, for Faërie is
The Perilous Realm - That is Faërie.
In Faërie, the elf-maids dance
Upon everlasting leas,
Lightly and gracefully they prance
With the permission of the Faërie-queen.
There greedy dragons in their caves hoard
Thousands of jewels beyond count,
Where unseeming men are wondrous lords,
And existence of magic was cleared from doubts.
Singing voices, flowing songs,
Despairing hearts, teary eyes,
Challenging choices, shadows long,
Protruding starts, fading sighs.
What mortal be blessed! If he could see
If he made memories, ne'er forgot,
In this magical land, in Faërie!
For he would find what I have sought.
O Faërie, Faërie, why not our paths
Intertwine, our fates meet be?
Is it because of some remembered wrath
That you are hid from me?
Last updated April 21, 2013