Very few have ever seen The hidden folk that roam between The ancient groves where songbirds preen Concealed by drapes of living green. Through doors of midnight stars aglow They live behind the world we know Across the bridge were legends grow Beyond a vale where fae winds blow. Some have said they don't exist Others claim they still persist Hidden by the time's own mists Just waiting for that waking kiss. But I, for one, know they are there Downwind of those who scent the air Beyond the reach of human ears Until, of course, we wander near. And then with startled, child's fright A war doth rage for fight or flight And doubt creeps in, to cloud the sight Then they flee; like day from night. The world of magic, did they rid Contact with us, they have forbid The forest folk, long since have hid From mortal man and all he did.
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R.J. Ren 