Nighttime Creatures of the Fey

The shadows fancy nothing less
Than whimsied creatures in the night,
And nor had I, I must digress,
When sorrowed I had took to flight.

I cannot say from what I ran;
From what I run nor wist my self.
The nighttime creatures prayers began,
And I the same them begged for help.

O Spirits! Folk of happy dance!
Ye fey and dryads born of song!
I beg you, save me from this trance!
Protect me from this long and fruitless life!
Keep all the waking world at bay!
And when my breath has been undone,
Mine soul in fairness to you won
Shall be all through the sleepless day!

The prayer was uttered years ago,
And no doubt they had heard my plea.
Up comes the sun; I run! I run!
From what I run I wist, wist me.

5/17/07