Wood Folk Secrets
Colors in a smoky fire,
Dance the night away.
Flames rising ever higher,
Draw fairy folk to play.
Deep within a tree lined wood,
Lie secrets kept by elves.
If you catch an elf who’s good,
He’ll tell you them, himself.
Gnomes, they are another matter;
They’ll keep all to themselves.
Try to find one, they’ll all scatter;
With no sight, sound or smell.
There are secrets that man can’t know;
He’ll abuse them, to no good.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2021
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