National Poetry Month: Soul’s Revelry

Soul’s Revelry

Past the knoll,
music soothes a yearning soul
Bring your mirth, and wine to sup
Raise your cup and fill your bowl

Glimpse the Fae,
come to dance the gloaming grey
Join the step, be swept along
Heed the song, do come and play

Dawn will toll,
remember not, time they stole
Their secrets kept, that’s the rule
The price you’ll give, past the knoll

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