The Fairy Ring Part One

Once at dawn upon a wandered mind when day had dwelled within a dream, I stood afore a forest's edge and gazed upon its refulgent grassy gleams. Home alone on a house's deck perched before the acreage of the backyard's lawn, I watched what grew on the ground drizzled in dew from the early drip of dawn. A ring hath rounded about the lawn betwixt the kudzu-choked sycamore, Wherethrough which viridian visions float in the verdure's effervescing floor. Rising steam of the sunlit green trapped in the photons' saffron streams, Hung in the stick of the humid thick, bubbling before the blazing beams. I beheld lo brilliant ethereal bubbles, who're broken, buoyant, and brickle, And sweat from trees whose sipping leaves suck from the sun's spilled trickle. Suddenly, terror took me in its icicle shackles and caught me in its freeze, As I saw something staring back at me from within the limbs of a willow tree. The creature stirred beside the backyard's circle and wore which sinister stare, Of the maniacal resplendence in ricocheted screams echoing inside a waking nightmare. It was whispering hushed words in the wind that lilted the tree's whipped cirrus twists, Of languid hung branches whose white flowers hid that which spoke behind their wisps. I could not tell if it was hidden in the dark of a shadow or in the shine of the light, As I stood there unmoving watching it watch me as my body filled with heavy fright. Fear of the dark is but a worry of what the mind can make, Out of a lack of light where what perchance from nothing can awake. Yet fear of the light is but a fear of what outside the mind can find, Outside two eyes whose sight doth sought that which is beyond the mind. As I listened to the susurrous voice slithering in tendrils across the air, I heard what it said with listening ears tucked 'neath my raising tuffs of hair.