Queen Maev’s Seelie Court

At the crossroads do I stand
As midnight draws towards my eyes
I wait and hope
For to hear them,
For to see them,
Would be a blessing to my bones.

They march at midnight
Unseen by all mortals
Save for those who know
A crossroads at midnight
A crossroads to see and hear
The Seelie Court march proud and long.

As I stand and wait that eternal wait,
My eyes lower as sleep sings
And I start to drift
Where dreams steal my thoughts
Where dreams steal my hopes
Yet I struggle with slumber’s hold.

Without thought or command,
I lay to the ground
Looking towards the crossroads ever
Until time steals my sight
Until time steals my thoughts
And no conscious thought threatens sleep.

In dreams at the crossroads do I lay
As pipes and drums herald a coming
In glory they appear by two
Queen Maev’s Seelie Court
Quen Maev’s magic hour
Hidden by my dreams

I sleep sound save for a magic hand
It touches my lids and grants me my dream
And through my dreaming eyes I see
A vision of purple train and white horse,
A vision of the royal fae of home
And in my sleep I smile.

And somewhere far away
Midnight rings the clock’s bells.

Preciousss…

He cradles the small object in his palms

Rocking it as though it was a precious…

Baby.

He brings it closer to his face

Caressing it with his eyes, this precious…

Vessel of darkness.

His eyes focus, seeing its dark, inner depths

Smelling its blackened soul, a precious…

Demon.

He brings it to his lips

Drinking down its heated, evil soul

And he sighs as he lowers it,

Still cradling the small object in his palms.

Smiling down on the mug and it’s precious…

Dark, bitter contents,

He sighs again.

Ah the precious joys of coffee!