Saturday, May 22, 2010

Soulless whelps of fire born
Under dark lit nights stalk
Careful, Traveller, be this night

Dancing lights in distance be
No friendly campsite for thee
Evil lurks in these woods

Beguiled and enchanted they lead astray
Many a good souls on which they prey
Into dangers unseen underfoot

Trapped in the land of Fae you be
A part of their endless revelry

NAO 5/22/2010
Based loosely off Will-o'-the-wisp tales I suppose. I can't come up with a good title or ending line right now. As always comments welcome.

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