Or what grandpa said about fairy stories. Flowing ink and flowing words Never lead to things—untowards. Of course they don’t and never will What do you read to think they shall? Or do you think that talk of stars And rocket ships, and men on mars, And dragons breath on silver shield, And gallant souls… Read More Story Time
The darkness always comes, but the light always rises to defeat it no matter how long the night between. Fairies dance within the wood Guarding right and growing good, And when their wicked fall away The fairies mourn from dusk to day. In that mourning in the night The fallen come to bring the blight.… Read More Knight of the Fairy Wood
Not all the things we out grow are imaginary. Two ash trees stand, slim and tall All twined with crystal flowers A pegasus and unicorn Graze in that forest bower. The ashes’ branches curl and twine To make a forest door And through that gate, shimmering, A land beckons me once more. So many pass… Read More Gates of Fairy Land
In the hands of a righteous heart, a wooden sword is a mighty weapon against foes only children see. I have a sword that’s made of wood With it I protect all that’s good. Whether in the garden or in my room Evil things will meet their doom! Papa made my faithful sword From some… Read More Wooden Sword
Fancies between dreams and waking to brighten your day. Worlds float by in bubbles Riding beams up to the moon. Fairy kingdoms drifting, Dream by dream they swoon. I chase them through the starlight And watch them as they sleep. I cannot reach their wonders Except by dreaming deep. Through field and over forest So… Read More Fairy Bubbles