Precarious

Their dual nature ever does confound

One plays with fire, one wields a double edge

When fording dreaming streams to forge a pledge

With quaint elusive folk who haunt the mounds

Do not dismiss the cautionary rounds

From songs long sung by bards whose lyrics dredge

Of glamour sought by fools who cross the hedge

The motley moods, from sweet to sour resound

Your bidding done when fancy strikes them, or

Your beating heart torn out, devoured without

Remorse or reason but a farce of sense

Tenets of beauty follow they, devout

Yet ugly is the justice they dispense

A boon or bane to you who tempt their lore