15th December, 2014

Harken ye unto the way
Of faerie kin, go and play.
The piper calls, the rats retreat.
The mighty stars fall at your feet.
This time is yours so waste it not
On barren fields; don’t be like Lot.
Move on my friend in joyous love.
Give thanks for blessings from above.
S.A.B.
(c) 15th December, 2014