Within the Mist

 

Found on Google, no artist listed. If you know who it is, please let me know so I can credit them.

What things hide within the Mist
Hidden, cold and shadowed,
Rolling over the hills and sea
The place where Faeries can exist
Without fear of bearing harrow.


What things hide within the Mist,
The shroud that blankets the Night
Hiding stars and moon above,
Mountains hugged and rivers Kissed
To comfort Dawn's feeble light.


What things hide within the Mist,
Laughter like bells rings clear
Music, haunting, surrounds
Drawing all to a fanciful tryst,
Begging for fresh volunteers.


What things hide within the Mist
That sweeps the forest's trail
And caress bare skin so softly,
Powerful...Dangerous... None can resist
Sweep us now, across the Veil.

Flight of the Faeries.

There's nothing quite so magical as watching a group of Faeries take to the air. It's not something the average human sees every day- in fact, I'd guess that most humans never see a single Faerie in their entire lives.

http://www.howarddavidjohnson.com/fairies.htm

Once, they were over-abundant in the world and caused all kinds of mischief, trickery and Magic. They lived alongside humans in an uneasy relationship of mistrust and respect. These days, seeing a Fae in any urbanized area is extremely rare, and I can't blame them for staying hidden behind the Veil. We'd probably catch them and send them off to be studied for scientific documentation, or we would lock them in an iron cage and watch the effects it took to try and understand their Magic. Fae may live on private property, especially if the humans dwelling within are magical in nature, open to the Earth's mysterious nature, or if the house has been abandoned for many years.

So, to be able to witness a small group of golden Faeries, maybe six or seven, taking flight one afternoon from a reddening Japanese maple tree  in my front yard was something of a miracle. The Veil isn't particularly thin there, nor have I ever seen Fae in this tree before (they prefer Oak to any other for living in). Even with Halloween approaching, is an odd occurrence.

What does this say, then, of me, that I should be so lucky to see Fae where I've never expected to see them? Perhaps it means they're not as fearful as they have been. Perhaps it means I was delusional and actually saw nothing. Whatever it was, the scent of cinnamon and apples they left behind now leads me to remember the Faeries in Flight.