"Faerie Tales" by Kortnee Bryant

Along the dry and muddy path

The handsome madman strolled

Whistling a tune he’d heard in the bath

And admiring the foothills that on the flat land rolled.

He blinked his eyes and saw the sights

That most men see only in dreams

The many hued dancing lights

That flash over fields and in streams.

The butterflies with arms and legs

            And crimson stained mouths

The beautiful women who sing and beg

            And pull the swimmer south

Oh gaze upon those faerie men

            So handsome and so fine

One sweet kiss of dewy lips

            And be lost inside your mind.

The madman blinks and sees again

The world as sane men see it.

A tear floats in his eyes

And he truly can’t believe it.

This safety, this delusion

That allows no faerie men

That blames gases for the lights

That lure folk to a fen.