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The Moonlight World

It is true darkness that congregated in the corners of my room that night And I could not recognize it, only knowing its cousin Who hovers by streetlights and candles Deep down, I've always known that the fae dance across my face and talk about me as I fell asleep I knew what this was, though I did not know enough to fear the messenger I knew this was a summons A summons to the moonlight world that shadows the world we know and love Suddenly, we are far beyond my bedroom Traipsing through an electric, thorn-filled jungle My stomach begs loudly of hunger, but it barely registers With the amount of static sounding in the air We walk on pathways stripped from the northern lights, pinks and greens, without solid footing Magnetized forward faster and faster To destiny My feet bleed and the true darkness closes behind me, devouring the evidence of my red-stained path A mist that I had never noticed dissipates And I see the mushrooms They glow ghost-white, towering tall as trees Standing sentinel in a circle, the guardians of such laughter and music as you could never describe- The music! It is shattering crystal, raging rivers, and the death song of birds all at once The darkness pushes me into the circle, and I whirl and twirl to its sound The erratic beat taking over my heart ryhthm I throb with its energy, my hands begin emitting their own glow And the fae begin to take more form around me, in silvers and golds The music screeches and my heart skips a beat The circle begins to rumble Mortal girl comes the echo My skin feels the kiss of acid rain You should not have come here This place is not for the likes of you A fae with a wreath of thorns adorning its head steps forward Darkness burning in the sockets where once there may have been eyes I cannot speak, its stare melting my lips into my face You have seen too much, you have danced with us Tell me why I should not hold you here I look away, desperately trying to gather my thoughts and my voice The fae would not care about my family, my friends It would not care about my dreams The true darkness caresses my hair and I hear its sharp laughter "I-" I begin The laughter cuts away, the static dies and my voice hangs in the vaccuum "I was brought here, by you I presume" I dare to look the dark fae in the eyes "I was a dreamer enough to follow" "You wish to challenge us humans, your endless source of amusement" "Our torture is your game" The fae concedes with a thoughtful nod "But there is no greater torture than to know this place and never come back" I finish The fae chuckles, as I bite my lip Clever mortal it mocks Indeed, go home. I banish you from my lands May you suffer it adds with a smile And I am cold I fall from my bed in a tangle of blankets In my ear, I hear the wriggling of music It never quite goes away The darkness smirks at me from the corners And I cry softly For who has ever willingly given up on the fae? But I hear my sister waking up and I start to smile, despite my sacrifice For how very few have met the fae and lived?
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Feb 21, 2017
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