#faerie
They twirl and dance
With grace and laughs
Deadly beautiful
The faeries prance
The fruit they place
On crystal plates
Poison sweet
A dangerous fate
So gorgeously disguised
The faeries can't lie
Sharply gentle
They're hideous inside
Their teeth so white
Blindingly bright
Pearly fangs
Just waiting to bite
Castles made of glass
The parties everlast
Joyous doom
The facade cracks
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
A wish - A Whisper - That thin ribbon of smoke-
curling like fingers around a throat-
that forgot how to hope
A beauty bound by a breath that chokes -
all the love from a jaded heart -
Until it shakes and breaks
then just takes one more **** -
A raven is she partying with a wolf in the screen -
A girl dressed in red like a flame -
an echoing voice too obscene -
She laughs and cackles then she grins -
At a ghost in the shell - is this how she sins?
A wish, a whisper, another bellow of smoke
A tear, laugh through the dark - as if spoken by rote
it leaks starlight instead of blood, calls it a good time
Raven on the shoulder of his heart,
A wolf trapped in mine
Girl in Red screaming through the static load
He laughs because crying makes her look like a toad
He cackles because silence is heartbreak
He keeps her from jumping in the dark lake
He grins wide with far too many teeth
because the wolf asked politely ****** - with a sneer
She tilted her head with a mischievous grin, with no fear
and ever so sweetly she whispered, “Oh please,”
like the moon asked for a taste of a treat
So she slid the full jar across the sky with a wink.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
She's lost in wilds unexplored
Far from dreamers' shining lands
In misty moors where even Sleep
Lets fall his useless magic sands
There is no rest for mortals here
For fools who play where Faeries tread
On Faerie roads, in Faerie lands
The world is turned upon its head
Her stride is sure, yet she is not
Perception is the Faeries' game
Sending visions, glamours, ghosts
Illusions wailing out her name
A fearful girl along the roads
Will bargain for most anything
And here, the threshold of Lost Hope
Is purview of the Raven King
The Raven King! The Raven King!
She fell in wonder at the sight
As castles grew before her eyes
And wild dark turned blinding bright
He led her to the winding halls
She rushed down cobbles Faeries tread
She gulped the dizzying Faerie wine
And took the proffered Faerie bread
They swept her up in swirling dance
For frenzied days, she whirled along
In drunken time, she stumbled to
The beat of Faerie's wild song
And, wilder still, her heart would drum
Excited in the glittered haze
As Fae lay stardust in her eyes
And drew her with their feral gaze
But wait--why did her weary bones
Resist the Fae's beguiling thrall?
Even as her mind was pulled to
Pirouette the Endless Ball
Dissonance--a spell had snapped
She scrabbled at the gilded walls
"Is this to be my cage?" she called
Across the King's ethereal halls
She couldn't sleep; she couldn't rest
Paced and fretted, cried aloud
But she had bargained, drunk the wine
And for the Raven King now bowed
"You made the bargain, mortal girl
You said the words and you were bound
You called out for the Raven King
When you were lost on Faerie ground."
She'd never known the ancient laws
The tricky ways of binding rites
The way the Fae could draw you in
With silvered tongue and phantom sights
The Faeries laughed; the Faeries danced
They brought her back under their spell
She didn't fight--their dazzling daze
Was better than a living hell
So there she stays, a wayward girl
Heartsick, lost, and trapped in Fae
A fearful girl along the roads
Who bargained her whole life away
Sep 14, 2022
Sep 14, 2022 at 12:08 PM UTC
It is cold tonight,
leave a saucer of sweet-milk
out for the fairies.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 8:42 PM UTC
our love was-
Is-
Immature.
But it is true.
From toadstools upturned
To faerie jinxes,
It is true.
And I know, in my spirit,
That your hand was destined to meet mine.
One way or another.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
Faerie;
With your golden eyes,
your sharp-toothed smile,
the words you spin in gossamer,
in starlight,
in orb-weaver silk.
You compose
a symphony in mycelium:
Each tree an instrument,
each interwoven root
a note in harmony.
Silvertongue, sundew,
you have set a snare with green willow,
a net of blackberry thorns,
baited it with honey.
All around, the evergreen pines,
the winter roses bloom.
A sweet end,
arranged in perfect circles
for you and I alone.
I step, happily, toward your waiting arms—
for with your clever, clever fingers,
oh,
sunflower,
you have
stolen
me
away.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
(what do you want from me?)
i want you to come with me,
deep below,
down beneath,
let me bury you.
(would it be quiet down there?)
yes,
with dirt in your ears,
dirt on your tongue,
the silence so beautiful.
(and if i don't like it, can i dig myself up again?)
no,
but you won't want to.
the earth will hold you,
the dark will warm you,
the worms will sing to you.
you will never be lonely again.
(then bury me,
hold me,
don't ever let me go.)
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
She was the Fae to walk the dawn,
Her eyes wide like scarlet moons.
She faced the day like no other,
She fought the sky
She fought the moon
She fought the world with spirit high,
For love, nay for life,
She was brave as was her might,
To spread her wings across the moors,
A Fae to rise and live again
---AuroraRW
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
A boy with sloping shoulders that lies beneath the summer moon
His hair in feathered clumps and skin a pale green
The sugared breeze whispers between green-toothed skeletons
Whose crooked bodies loom, shadows dancing over his bare feet
Melted blues spill into oil and speckled white
An open canvass above to freckle his face with dew and starlight
His appled cheeks plump and rosy, his wet brown cow eyes and
Dancing hummingbird beat throb an echo across the woods
A rhythm that races between your xiphisternum and back bone.
When his laughter dances across the nape of your neck
When his breath coats your arms and tickles your brow
When his summer song flutters in and out of your hearing
Too soft and swift for your tree-root heart,
Then you must open your eyes and arms and embrace the heavens
Open your mouth and drink in the night air
In the hope his fleeting mirth might float by and trickle down your throat, might dust your heart in gold and green.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
> do not step in the fairy rings
> the neatly circle like mushrooms will call you to
> the fairy folk will dance you away laughing
> take you where one century passes in a minute
> don't do it
> stay away from the too bright meadows
> in the too silent forests
he steps in each and every circle he can find
he steps in them and closes his eyes
when nothing happens he steps out
and sighs
ah
still the last one of my kind
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
Do not eat of Faerie food
And do not drink of Faerie wine
Or when you leave Faerie at last
The home you seek's no longer thine.
Do not step in Faerie rings
Do not enter the Faerie Mound
Or when rescue comes for thee
Your sanity will ne'er be found.
Do not lie to Faerie folk
And don't insult the Faerie Queen
Or for all of eternity
You and yours will not be seen.
Do not enter Faerie woods
And do not walk the Faerie trod
Or, though you come back to hearth,
Your heart will ne'er again be thawed.
Don't listen when Faeries sing
And ignore the Banshee wail
Or you will have the dubious fame
Of becoming a Faerie tale.
Do not look through Faerie stones
That you find on the Faerie ground
Or they will put out your eye
So you can't see when they're around.
Do not enter Faerieland
But if you do, don't leave the path
Or you'll be lost for ever more
In darkness where the monsters laugh.
Do not ask for Faerie help
If it comes take care how you pay
Some want clothes or milk for it
Some are insulted and betray.
Do not accept Faerie gold
From captured elf or leprechaun
For it will turn to moss and leaves
And when you look up they'll be gone.
Don't swim in the Faerie stream
Where nixies and kelpie play
Banshee wash dead men's ****** clothes
In that water, so stay away.
Do not believe what Faeries say
Though it's true that they cannot lie
They never say quite what they mean
Honestly they will truth deny.
Don't even taste Faerie repast
No goblin fruits from elven trees
They're addictive beyond belief
A wise man offered such food flees.
'Ware giving thanks for Faerie gifts
Though they save you from all pain
Or else you may be in their debt
And lose more than you stood to gain.
Beware lights off Faerie shores
And lanterns seen in wild bogs
For wisps will lead folks off of cliffs
And laugh as corpses float like logs.
And buy naught from Faerie markets
They sell goblin fruits, curses, lies
The price your dreams, your past, your soul
Your voice, the color of your eyes.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
sweetheart, sweetheart
here we come
from the hill nearby the river
we will take your first-born son
we will take and will deliver
sweetheart, sweetheart
close your eyes
he'll be taken to a palace
where nothing ends or dies
shines aurora borealis
sweetheart, sweetheart
here we are
singing songs of constellations
he will be our shining star
our blessing or damnation
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
To thy “stranger”, I would say:
Wouldst thee with flaming embers play?
What wouldst thou give me, for my lore?
A service, or gift from a distant shore?
Ah, I have it—give me a Kiss
I’ll be satisfied with this
“A trifle!" Yea, I do not jest
Since curiosity will not rest
I deem this the fairest price
For my confession of many a vice
In good faith I deign to wait—
‘til my tale is done—thy lips to sate
Sit, for though this tale is short
Thou art my guest in this misted Court
I am a child with a demon’s heart
A confection with a center ****
Through my veins runs not vampyr’s liquor
Rather, ground glass and honey are my ichor
Silk and lace may conceal the malice
But even such are stained, like a tarnished chalice
Raiment white I wear no longer
Storm and night by far are stronger
Tainted as the tainted come
Lust I’ve tasted, and then some
The sweet bite of teeth I’ve often felt
But mine own claws have more damage dealt
For how can shadows of bruises compare
To the unhealed slashes beneath my hair?
But lesser are all blades, fangs, and claws
Than the candied toxins from these tiny jaws
Words—not spells—in many tongues
Physic’ly powered by caged lungs
Caressing, weaving, setting hearts a-daze
Twisting, stabbing, fiery raze
Finally, sever, the building craze
Suffering will not this parasite faze
Their fresh hot tears—my wine
But at Death I draw the line
Darkness in an Angel’s guise
Deception, too, I despise
I can die
But cannot lie
Why so pale and trembling, my dear?
I daresay I know what will give thee cheer
Have my lips—a gift, not a payment
Into the void thy fears will be sent
Thou wilst forget all thy joys and regret
And stay for eternity, as my human pet…
How may I say this, with a face so merry?
Why, ‘tis simple—I am a faerie
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
In the fey garden
there were rosebuds dripping a sweet nectar
that pooled on the ground crimson
wafting a heavenly scent
and the smell made ears ring
and sing with the cries
of the butterflies caught
left to rot, in the pretty fey garden.
In the fey garden
there were sweet fruits swelling with poison
and a fluttering song
caressing the fallen
though the tune was sharp
to the dead they were calling
the screeching rang strong, in fey garden.
In the fey garden
was a mystery told
the mundane, young and old
came longing for gold
they were sold by the fables
but the tables were turned
with the tune
sung of blood,
that flooded fey garden.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Wishes.
Ways to project
The butterflies
And the carnal
Instinct.
A faerie dances,
Shackles lock
And ***********
Occurs; a mental
State; reached
Toward any
Outcome.
Outburst of
(Final)
Findings: Salved mystery.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Faerie flitting through the trees
Please, oh please, don't come near me
I don't want your taunts and tricks
Your words are worse than stones and sticks
Though you look so fine and pretty
With your voice that's so bewitching
Your fair, fair face hides mischief well
And all the secrets you won't tell
Your glistening wings, they flutter fast
As you loop and circle past
Lost in the maze of tangled leaves
A shining speck on the summer breeze
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC