Their shrieks and laughter fill the air
as they jump and dance in a ring
I feel them tugging, ripping at my hair
as they cavort, cackle and sing.
Naked only but for the flowers
woven carefully into their hair
gone mad within their powers
leading me I know not where
And that one there, I spy her
clothed in a silken gown
her beauty a dead man's lure
the essence of fear unknown
I see the spirit lurking in the wood
he watches the circus without a sound
as I pay my price for doing no good
as I am ruthlessly spun round and round
Caught up in this fairy ring
my blood begins to flow
as they cackle and sing
when weary I sink low
and so my death descends
with the spirit from the wood
no room left for me to pretend
He peers out from 'neath his hood
As I lay now a broken man
his voice reaches my ear
he raises one bony hand
and tells me not to fear
I am to join the fairy ring
my penance for my sin
to cackle, dance and sing
when night begins again.
and the ring has come full circle...
AN AMAZING POEM
Great poem!
It had a nice flow to it
i can almost visualize whats going on
The images were very good
Caught up in this fairy ring
my blood begins to flow
as they cackle and sing
when weary I sink low
A great poem. I enjoyed rooming around here and will visit again from time to time.
Ozjan
It was a pleasure reading your poem about fairy, for I'm a lover of fantasy, especially about this theme. I like the beautiful words that you used, and how you portrayed the situation that made wonderful images. Also, the rhyming is lovely. Keep up the great work and take care.