The Faerie Chime

Upon the edge of forest green,

Perchance you've walked, you may have seen,

Tiny rings of cloverleaf,

And dared not wonder what's beneath.

Well I shall tell you of a tale,

That happened neath a moon so pale,

I walked along where none could see,

By Druids font, and tall oak Tree.

The gentle tinkling of a chime,

Which sounded like an Angels rhyme,

Came drifting slowly on the breeze,

That rocked the tops of tall oak Trees.And showed a Faerie dell.

Leaves of green and berries red,

They placed a ring upon my head,

Led me in merry dance.

I did not doubt, but took my chance,

Followed on this mighty throng,

Enchanted by their simple song.

The lights were bright in tiny hands,

And I was shown into their lands.

Misty curtains I did pass,

Which rose like breath above the grass,

And there she stood divine,

In mantle like the blood red wine.

Shrouded in a haze of red

A golden crown upon her head.

Between this world and theirs

Where the man and faerie dwells.