Terra Divalis


Feast in Faerie is a blast,
but, oh dear, can it turn so fast
Into a horrible illusion
mixed with magical delusion.
Through the silver mist,
there lays a hidden vicious twist
that will cut your heart ajar
and your blood will spill afar
like a rain atop a land,
where little children stand.
There that boy, the one with eyes of fire,
will taste your blood and acquire a desire.
Later,in the lilac lands,
he will go and find himself in the hands
of a girl with golden hair,
skin of silk, eyes full of despair.
There, she will invite him to a dance ,
to the music of the feast,
where dwells the silver mist.

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