The Fey Court of the Dead

Wearing green at full moons height Singing the song of fairy spite As faeries dance in a ring And as they sing their dreadful spell My head starts to nod,eyes heavy with sleep of the dead My thoughts filled with the music of hell I hear the shadows whisper beguiling words Meant to drop me and take me under The flames dance high as I watch my fears made real. So beware the beautiful song of rage on a midnight clear Sung by creatures fearful This is the court of death.