-THE SIDDHE-

His haunting song, hear it I could

I met a Fae deep in the wood

With a blade he cut the bracken

With tireless relentless hackin’

I tried to pace quietly by

A snapping twig made him my spy

And when he locked his eye on me

My heart stopped, I ceased to see

For bright light shone

From where he stood

Covered my face

With cloak and hood

Some time passed, I dared to look

I was alone but with him took

All the life within the trees

Leaving not a single leaf

I felt this as warning nigh

Pray Lady Luck you stay alive

Fail to leave the Siddhe be

A death knell rings, calamity