The Ride of the Huntsman


The Queen of the Sidhe has given her command
The Huntsman gathers the hellhounds,
All of Faerie feel the shiver go round
The hunt is about to begin.
The wild Sidhe feel the call,
The joy of the hunt fills their veins,
They will run with the hounds over hill and dale
Until the creature is found.
The Huntsman blows his mighty horn,
Gathering his Fey to his side.
He mounts his fire breathing steed of night
And into the dark they will ride.
NonFaerie folk know nothing of this.
But something is making them quake.
Into their homes they quiver and hide
The realm of the Fey roam outside.
Through the night they run never stopping to rest,
The creature must pay for his crimes.
The Queen has issued the death hunt,
And tonight, something will die.
So tonight, if something calls you outside
To run with the wild Sidhe hunt
Do not disobey the Huntsman call
Or the Hellhounds will take you to ride.