Best Changeling Poems

The air was filled with sparks so bright
as ash and flick'ring fire abound
The night was filled with fairy light
and from deep down the drumming sound.
And...

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January brash and bold,
Brings the worst of winter's cold.
February's stay is brief,
Green sprouts showing some relief.

March may come in like a lamb
And soon become ferocious...

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Many mirrors have been broken some by me and some by you 
When the stars of heaven appear, we'll know what to do 
Yesterday's reflection...

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Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for...

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I crawl into a cave called myself.
It’s dry and dusty, cobwebbed.
So afraid to be, alone in the dark,
“Who am I,” is my cry.

Then Trixie’s best...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put...

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Nothing was any different.
Ordinarily I would have expected it to be,
but everything was oddly the same.
My desk. The office.
All was unchanged
but for your presence.
Handsome and...

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The Amadawn ‘ave played the joker 
for the Good folks fairy Coort
‘T was they ‘ave egged the paper birches
an’ touch’d the scare crow’s stalks.

They ‘ave...

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On the late night train away from sense
and into the midnight wasteland,
Old Lady Morbidica vomited blood,
I swore it was the blood
of unsuspecting travelers.
She bent her...

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Wait until you meet Lucinda Shaw
Curious how many said this to me.
People reported her with a bit of awe,
Forecasting maybe I would fully see.
Depth of...

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Eh, Bebe ... 
clueless you with the wide eyes open, 
which can’t see

So apoplectic of heart,
paralyzed by the cobra sway
of changeling channel charmer words

Gen Z...

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I steal everyone’s ideas
It is not like I do not have my own,
But the others are so much more interesting
As they are new
I have always...

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She floated into my dreams that day,
Stealing my wealth, 
Shaking my roots, ignoring my prior convictions.

She had a different opinion, 
Determined to shake me and...

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An eerie mist spreads across the swampy moors,
At midnight's tolling hour, beware peasant or royal,
Whom travels the hidden roads and lost by ways, lit
From the...

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Argent moons myriad known, beneath an endless zenith sky
When hotter suns unaltered and stars ruled as aperture fever of a night
Around a fire this Naabeeho...

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