Filiocht
by Druid
(from Death and Pineapples),1995
She turned a faery head,
and tossed her faery hair.
A bronzer moon slipped through a night
Of empty cold despair.
'Neath trees of black and white,
O'er a path of frosty dew,
She caught a glimpse of her fair love
Not clad in starry hue.
Feeling now her heart smile,
She wanders to his arms,
Yet reaching him, she knows once more,
He cannot taste her charms.
For he is of a different type,
He's mortal and he's blind.
To him, she's but a passing breeze -
Indeed a rare strange kind.
Yet wishing to be near him,
She follows by his side,
Then whispered in his mortal ear
Her wish to be his bride.
He looked into the trees,
And declared unto them all,
"Indeed this is a magic night,
I'm sure I heard a call".
She came to him once more,
And whispered once again,
But oh alas the faery words,
Are dumb to mortal men.
Every night to this,
The faery searched her beau,
That death could take away her love,
The faery did not know.
For every man who walks on earth,
Must leave it once again,
And faery girls can't find the love,
Of blind and mortal men.
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