Children of Pride

On the Isle of Man adrift in a rugged sea the Children of Pride fell with Lucifer, they say, fallen angels all, called Fairy, or Adhene…. fair of form yet stark are these sorrowful beauties. The man-sized Adhene rule the other fairy and often times wee small sprites dance upon their hand. Both flit upon wings in a purple mountain’s lea while men hide from the malevolent of their clan. There darker kin dwell down deep within the caverns and cause much misery in the heaviest fog, Yet most are beauties, benevolent and quite kind never troubling travelers as coming along. With translucent wings, flaxen hair, and deep dark eyes, safe within the rush of waterfalls they may hide. Some say you can hear them sing if you sit awhile for until Judgment Day right here they must abide. And don’t forget to pray, when you walk near the tide God save me, save me do, from the Children of pride. *Adhene/The Manx fairies were called Adhene and known as Cloan ny moyrn, which means the Children of Pride/Ambition, because they were regarded as having been fallen angels cast from heaven but too good for hell.