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Dusk When the Faeries Roam
Mya McMillan

I got an award for this poem from the Fae Gatekeeper of Dreams!

Whispering wind blows clouds through the sky
Deep in the dusk when the faeries roam
When the moon and the stars sail on high
In the dark woods it is time to gloam.

Hints and glimpses of tattered silk wings
Alien faces peer through the trees.
All is silent; no nightengale sings.
The owl keeps secret all that it sees.

Children in bed, the houses locked up;
No one to witness the sorts of things
Dancing 'midst roses and buttercups
Within magick, moonlit faerie rings.