Brightest

In the fires of his eyes
In whispered words so sage and wise
Under ancient forest ceiling
Feel this strange and glorious feeling
Feel the touch, the soft caress
The whispered velvet of his breath
The feel of petal soft lips to mine
And feel the touch of the silken line
That holds his charm to my breast
And now my heart knows no rest
As I sit and dream of the faerie king
His silver hair and sights unseen
Of ancient voices soft as lutes
To which we mortals are as mutes
And if I am left with naught but dreams
To live my life wondering what it means
Then when I tire of this life and die
My spirit to faerie lands will fly
To sing forever, play and run
With immortal youth;
with midnights son.

Ravens child beware the green
and golden bowers
For the faerie folk do dwell there and
Moonlights son is King
Stay away from crystal brooks and silver
spired towers
Can you not feel the danger when you see
the mushroom ring
Raven's child he waits for you
Silver haired is the fairie lord
Eyes of moondust misty blue
Speaks in silken voice the faerie word
Wandering under the emerald bough
In the blackest dead of night
Searching for that which will not show
Its shining face to mortals sight
And silver haired Moonlights son
Will hand in hand with faeries dance
Till Lady Night has had her fun
And will take no note of happenstance
And Ravens' child will wander through
To dance inside the mushroom ring
Underneath stately oaks and emerald bough
Where Moonlight's son is faerie king
And come the dawn they'll be no more
And mortals' daughter Raven's child
will have gone away
With silver haired Moonlight's son
through the elven door
That leads to the realms of ereafter
and the lands of Fey.

Catch a shadow by the wall
Don't look down or else you'll fall
What certain Sons did cruelly rend
With pattern, blood, and song we'll mend
Dressed in thistle, crowned with bay
Slipping in behind the day
Painted, plaited, flower-strewn,
Beat the bodhran fierce in tune
Come alone or come together
Best the song in worst of weather
Writhing, twisting, turning, sliding,
Always here our time abiding
'til their minds are quite besotten
Mother's warnings all forgotten
Hands tight clasped we'll all round turn
And set the fire quick to burn
Cast your lot and lay your bet
Weave the steps into a net
Leave the Gate thrown wide open
And lure the weary traveler in
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!