Today Drabble Wednesday belongs to the Dark Fae…
The Old Path
Shall I tell you a story?
Whisper it in your ear?
Of the faeries you sought, of fair Oberon and Titania? Shall I sing a song of faerie
circles in the woods, and immortal creatures who dance?
No. They are all lies.
In truth, the Fae are dark and cruel hunters, and you should
not have come looking for our kind. But I believe you know that, trussed as you
are, and offered up like the fattened pig.
What will happen now, you ask?
Well, my poor little seeker, you will bleed, and you will
die, and we will feast.
~*~
Superstitions
His footsteps crunched the autumn leaves along the trail as
he wandered the shadowy forest, and the mist-covered hill country. The sun
settled past the horizon, and exchanged kisses with dusk, but his flashlight
shone through the gloom.
He smiled, remembering the warnings.
“The hills aren’t a
place you want to go at night.”
“That place will play
tricks.”
“It’s bad luck to go
there after dark. The faerie live in those woods.”
He chuckled.
Such fools, with their
cautions.
As if he didn’t already know. Hadn’t the faerie, his kin,
sent him to choose the mortals they would harvest.
~*~
Faerie Song
In the black depth of night, as the moonlight plays, and the
mist it swirls in gentle greys, I’ll sing my song to turn her head, and lure the
lass from her warm, soft bed. She’ll yield to my call, and leave kith and kin, she’ll
dance in my arms, succumb to my grin. She’ll tread the path blazed in my wake,
and give me everything I wish to take.
From these mortal worlds we’ll steal away, oh, I’ll lead the
girl far and well astray. She’ll end her days in my wicked abode, lost forever
down the Unseelie road.
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