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Dancing in the moonlight
Surrounded by the flames
Drunk of pain and screams
We call to the ancient names.
It’s the spread of madness
It’s the hunger of the beast
It’s the night of passion
It is damnation’s endless feast.
We ride the waves of glamour
In the shadows we scream
We feed our dark desires
Between nightmare and lustful dream.
It’s the spread of madness
It’s the hunger of the beast
It’s the night of passion
It is damnation’s endless feast.
Devouring innocent hearts
We linger for the sin
Dwellers in the shadow
We let the end begin.
Surrounded by the flames
Drunk of pain and screams
We call to the ancient names.
It’s the spread of madness
It’s the hunger of the beast
It’s the night of passion
It is damnation’s endless feast.
We ride the waves of glamour
In the shadows we scream
We feed our dark desires
Between nightmare and lustful dream.
It’s the spread of madness
It’s the hunger of the beast
It’s the night of passion
It is damnation’s endless feast.
Devouring innocent hearts
We linger for the sin
Dwellers in the shadow
We let the end begin.
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Ode to the Satyr
The Satyr - O, what a wonder is he!
A lover and brawler of highest degree!
The dryads and naiads all giggle and sigh
When bearers of horn and of hoof happen by.
Old as the forest and young as the spring,
They love and they battle, they drink and they sing.
So curtsey to hoof, and salute to the horn,
For in Satyr breasts, Maya's passion is borne.
The love of a Satyr at first seems elusive -
Flighty and fickle and hardly exclusive,
But capture his heart - thou shalt have in the end
No truer defender, or lover, or friend.
The joy of a Satyr rings Sapient halls
With laughter and singing resounding the walls.
Pass him a mug or a flas
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The Faerie Fey
The Faerie Fey.
Child, when you close your eyes at night,
To sleep, perchance to dream,
Do you wish to look on the Faerie Fey,
And to see what I have seen?
For in the hollow coppices,
Where iron barbs the trees,
There may the Faerie Fey be found,
Among the rusted leaves.
Would you wish to be a changeling child,
While lies enchant your heart,
And ribbons black entwine your soul,
Where metal leaves its mark.
For I have been with the Faerie Fey,
I have seen their love run deep,
I have seen their bitter twisted souls,
And the secrets that they keep.
On darkling nights of winter,
The Fey knight makes his stand,
And he rides for
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gypsies.....
Let's be gypsies, traveling dancers-
you've got the know-how,
I've got the looks.
Let's be nomads, coin-catching Capricorns
singing for the common folk
just like in the books.
We'll dance for a dollar.
We'll rhyme for a dime.
We'll travel on the cobblestones
if we find the time.
Rattle our rattles,
tambourines,
vocal chords and tom-tom drums
keep feet light upon the ground
shout to heaven, show your gums
let's be gypsies.
traveling nomads.
you've got the know-how-
I've got the looks.
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This is the second part of my Samain work, a poem for the unseelie fae who celebrate the Samhain night. It belongs to the motley's contest and is to be read in connection to Samuin.
© 2005 - 2024 Schattenfee
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Captured the unseelie court perfectly