Come,
Gather Near
Come -
gather near
To the
smoldering fire
The embers,
aflame
Will
console and inspire!
Sit in the
glade
When the
faery muse comes -
Magick is
made with the flick of our tongues!
Oh! dance
with the Sidhe
Under
silvery moon!
Word woven
trance is the light of their boon!
Bear ye the
hearts of all mortal men -
Dance with
the fey in the boughs of Green Glen!
Ferrashynn
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