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.
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