Those of the glow, and so fair
Unlike his comrades in arms
He wanted to believe, he cared
For to him he belonged
He wanted to be among them
He longed to be loved by them
His ancestors must have been in their tribe
So he believed
Because when others saw woods
And glints of light
He saw domains of the children of the forest
And their spirits offering to invite
He dreamed of this world
And to be someday
Among the beautiful
To be in their hands
He saw nothing else so fine
For he was part man
And other parts divine
Though he had no reason to know it
His ancestral roots were deep in the ground
That drank the same water as the Faer
This poem is about Faeries and the myths of Celtic and ancient lands. I've written an award nominated book, Visitations into Sidhe and Tir na nOg, and I adore a number of books, written in the past, but timeless, dealing with children of the gray lands, the Faer, great knights, heroic queens, and more. I suggest if you are a fan that you check out the displayed books, as well as my own.
