On Song

I’ve done it all. I’ve answered the call” I hear the voices say;

What happened to the world of old where we were meant to play?

When people danced with Faerie Folk while angels sang along

And everyone could enter and sing the Faerie song.

‘Twas then the song became the way good folk could freely go

And moving with the rhythm immerse deep within the flow.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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