MISTS OF THE OTHERWORLD
I am out at night in my accustomed place,
And when the grass is whispering
To the full moon and stars;
I see your form slowly shimmer into sight.
You come to visit me from the Otherworld,
Come to me at Midnight, holding out your arms.
I long to go back with you,
You have asked me so many, many times.
But I would have to leave my human kin
Never again to see them,
To hold my grandchildren in my arms.
So these Midnight visits are our trysts;
Loving, with the stars enfolding us
And the night itself conspiring to hide us,
Hide me from your faerie kin
That try to search me out and destroy me.
I know they cannot harm me if I marry you;
The silk ribbon wrapped around our arms
And our eternal vows during the handfasting.
But how long before you would resent me, too?
I am not faerie, my human blood might yet
Set us apart and cause trouble for you
With your royal kin.
My children will miss me, but they are grown...
Ah, tell me how much you love me yet again!
Tell me, and I will follow you into the Mists.
