The Faery Brugh

"There is a place at the heart of it all,"
the girl bespoke at the brugh,
"where blood will flow as sure as wine,
sprinkling all like dew."

"The Unseelie Court hath ridden hence,
but do not tarry long."
She turned and saw the pale Fae-Man-
turned back, and he was gone.

Behold the Fae Folk, bonny lass,
with a shrewd and watchful eye-
for though you fear their treachery,
a faery cannot lie.