Blood Solstice

This time of year the Sun is a short traveler, nights are long and the world is darker; The North prepares for the Winter Solstice ; The people of the village bring in trees following tradition and what they believe, The Fey Of The Wood all but forgotten; This blatant disrespect for nature the fairies sing blind with anger; Fury will make them reap what they sow; Natural ornaments or home made things each one must make an offering, for the price of poaching all the pines; Candy on the limbs makes fairies weak, filthy iron or silver is extremely toxic; This offense demands swift judgment; Serene forest raped and beaten alive sacrilege must not be left to thrive, Brutality demands their blood.