Monday, August 30, 2010

Leanan Sidhe




queen of the Fae
lingers in the forests shadows
her voice as sweet as honey
she is compelling and so deadly
singing to all that are lost in the corpse
once so fair of face and form, now is black as night
sunlight and hollowed darkness draws near
hear her voice, wailing in the misty fog
calling all who are lost and hopeless


men will always seek her favor as the moon draws to a close
endless is her power drawing them hence
till time has no meaning at all

3 comments:

Robert Lloyd said...

I love the fantasy aspect of your poetry. You weave a wonderous and enchanting story with this poem. Thank you for sharing.

ladynimue said...

haunting !! loved it :)

Cassiopeia Rises said...

I have been ill of late and have fallen be hind. I thank both of you for youR wonderful comments. Look for more. I am in a Fae kind of mind.


Melanie