By Tessa Brantley
The light was very strange outside
Like a prolonged lightning
The white hot fire in the sky
Could prove to be quite frightening
“ You must be terrified “ the smiling faerie crooned
“ We are not scared “ the children said, beneath the ripened moon
“Then follow me “ the faerie said,
With a bright gleam in her eye
“Yes, follow me “ the faerie said
“And we’ll dance away the night “
They walked beside the faerie
Past strangely large toadstools
And they danced with fae folk comrades
On grass laden with dew
The light was very strange outside
Like a prolonged lightning
The white hot fire in the air
Could prove to be quite frightening
Never more were the children seen
For they had gone away
Never more were the children seen
For they were taken by the fae.