The folk...

...the fay folk :)

Eu estou jogando com uma drow meio fada atualmente, bem, elfos descendem das fadas, supostamente então ela se considera fada o bastante sempre que necessário.

Eu queria falar sobre as fadas, mas a Nora Chesson já explicou tudo maravilhosamente no século XIX.

The Pixies

Have e’er you seen the Pixies, the fold not blest or banned?

They walk upon the waters; they sail upon the land,

They make the green grass greener where’er their footsteps fall,

The wildest hind in the forest comes at their call.

They steal from bolted linneys, they milk the key at grass,

The maids are kissed a-milking, and no one hears them pass.

They flit from byre to stable and ride unbroken foals,

They seek out human lovers to win them souls.

The Pixies know no sorrow, the Pixies feel no fear,

They take no care for harvest or seedtime of the year;

Age lays no finger on them, the reaper time goes by

The Pixies, they who change not, grow old or die.

The Pixies though they love us, behold us pass away,

And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterday,

To-day has crimson foxglove.

If purple hose-in-hose withered last night

To-morrow will have its rose.

Eu, por outro lado, escrevi algo muito muito menos artistico, a respeito do encontro da minha fada com o Hoary Hunter :P

When winter and spring meets Only we can devise  I can smell the water Flowing under a coat of ice I can spot a flower On a field of snowy whites And on our dazzling skies Dances the northern lights When winter and spring greets  These are the most bright nights Only when winter and spring gathers We share those beautiful sights And as seasons goes by I wait for that one twilight When having you by my side We make such winter-spring finds