faesong

  You cannot be heard
         nor may you be seen
          because who could believe
                           she likes to be watched
                                     unknowingly
            
 the mystic mythic magic of the seer
              but the only truth
              is sung agonizingly nearby
   

Cloaked in perfumed fog
            full lips & rustic tongue
                 her song is ancient

              you may have stumbled
                 upon a fragile carnal bounty
                     tiny fangs twinkling
                          as she smiles
                                        
Everything is     delicate
                                   as
                             antiquity

             you shall not remember what day
                       nor  what age you are
                                                     were
                                tonight
        
             
–LM

Authors Note: Inspired by The Last Kingdom