Faeryland

Shy, subtle eyes peer at me from between the leaves.
I see creatures in the corners of my vision, an everlasting tease.
Light shines and glimmers, hinting at unseen things.
Briefly I see fluttering objects and I stare at translucent wings.

I use to have reason and logic, and definite facts.
This new land seems to only have unbreakable pacts.
Before I had a place, value and standing,
Now its my blood they’re demanding.

My blood and my flesh, and all else I have to give.
My screams and my soul, and my very will to live.
All this and more they are determined to take,
Making me realize just how much I have at stake.

I stumble in fear and thin fingers pull me down,
I hear cries of delight in the new toy they’ve found.
One last whisper I hear, the voice of a man.
“Hello, my pretty. Welcome to Faeryland.”