'twixt Grass and Oak
‘twixt grassy tuft and bark of ancient oak,
as silky dew collects in crystal pools,
the chosen eye may witness faery folk,
though must remember ne’er to break the rules.
An honour and a charm bestowed upon
a child, who secrets promises to keep;
as dreamland calls and daylight hours are gone,
bough’s silver dust is sprinkled in her sleep.
A passage safe, both to and from their land
of harebell hats and wings of filigree.
In twilight dawn their blessing is at hand,
to keep her safe wherever she may be.
If of her precious gift she speaks, alas
she’ll ne’er see fae again 'twixt oak and grass.
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