Mystery of the Fae.

Just a few hours before the roster crows, the old Druid at last back, makes his way.

Tess time of the Full Close Moon and night was a bright as many a day.

A smile had crossed his lips as he blew his second immortal Lady a kiss along the Ley.

For each night he must go to the Alter Stones and feed the Demon stray.

They guard the hidden portal to land of the other way.

Out of which each night come the Swarms that only the High Druidess can see.

Or he with his hidden secret tech of the day.

But now he is home and Green and Gold vertical slit eyes shine with joy.

He is back, back, in a strange language they all seem to say.

Old body tired he almost falls as tails twist and block his way.

Chuckling to himself for in his mind he is still young and nimble as the wind.

Not like this body of old driftwood that across to many distant seas has been.

From a pocket on in his oh so worn clothes, he take out a small stone picked up, on the not quite Ley

It is cold to touch even in this hot night, I am special it seems to say.

Holding it up and with a sigh. I swear by Air, Land and Sea.

The Fae did not leave us as all believe, but have turned.

And now it's Cats that they all truly appear to be.

Moon Rising

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King July 22, 2013