The Fay King
In the gloaming before full night,
walks the Fay King, dark Raven in hand.
From drumlin, ancient oak and standing stone,
his powers drawn from ancient land.
Tread softly do not incur his sight, for you are a stranger here,
not of the forest, his protection you do not incite.
Featured in Issue 15, Vol 2 of Conceptual Magazine