Missive from a Foolish Land
Captain of our fairy band,
A missive from the human land;
These four tired centuries
Have not forgotten you to me.
I have not seen a stranger space
In any cursed demon place.
I watched mortals hollow hills
And burn the stone to drive their mills
They built these beasts of brick and bone
And to their maws were children thrown.
Ever have the mortals fought
For pride in some exalted court
But king of shadows, I have seen
War beyond the Keres’ dreams.
I wonder that no firey power
E’er disturbed your sleeping bower.
Jealous king, so rich adorned,
They’ve stolen Amaltheia’s horn
It sits there heaving numbers out
For half the world, when half’s in drought.
Fairy king, beloved master,
Never has the time gone faster.
Ever I bid your return
To bramble mounds beside the turn
Of roaring tarmac scars of land.
Where our woodlands used to stand.
I must go, my letter’s done.
Round the world again I’ll run.
Alone this pageant I must see.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
