- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Faerie Rings
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Faeries dance upon the glistening green
Spirals sparkle in the newborn night
Rejecting reason’s sterile light, exuberance
Fear and pain absent, unknown, unanswered
Fullness of the magical dance, inhuman without regret
Eternal, sparks in the void.
Timeless impermanence, changeless, consuming
Fires of creation bursting forth
Redeeming the blood sanctifying the grove
Oaken, sacred to druids thoughtless, unfeeling
Products of hubris and unbridled need
Yet faeries return to the blood-soaked grove
Filling it with the joy of fleeting presence,
The druids’ near-truth, unrecognized, bloodied
Distorted, the truth of the faerie unbridled,
Only where blood has flowed and has passed,
A place bearing memories cruel, blood’s lessons
Filling its pores with past intensity unhidden,
Only there can love truly be borne to abide.
Faeries dance upon the glistening green
Their splendor ancient and inhuman,
True to their nature, consuming fire
Cleansing the grove, redeeming the
Evil which brought them to this place
In the inhuman affirmation that sanctifies
The path leading endlessly
To the exuberance of their ephemeral dance.
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