Nor may I less be counted one
With Warduke, Strongheart, Sigardsson,
Because, to him who ponders well,
My rhymes more than their rhyming tell
Of things discovered in the deep,
Where only bodies laid asleep.
For the elemental creatures go
About my table to and fro,
That hurry from unmeasured mind
To rant and rage in flood and wind;
Yet he who treads in measured ways
May surely barter gaze for gaze.
Man ever journeys on with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
Ah, faeries, dancing under the moon,
A Druid land, a Druid tune!


Neverwhere, Faerie, the Feywild, the Never Never…the closest world beyond our own is nearer than we think. It lies just past the visible, deeper down and further in.

There is still a place where enchantment lives.
Where streams sing and winds whisper.
Where caverns lead to nether realms.
Where trees speak and flowers tell tales.
Where unicorns dance in the morning dew.

“Here we stand amongst the trees, very close, for those who See,
Dancing in the Midnight Hour, through the starlight’s glorious power,
Entwined hands and earthy feet, merry part but merry meet!”


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