Poetry of a Ascended Being

The Ballad

"The Ballad"

For your palette
I deliver a Ballad
Hearts wired to a tune

Soon swelling to the size of a balloon
We sing of melodious sprites
As they take to the night
Dull tones echoing in the air
As the fairies don faces fair
Singing and dancing
A wandering soul goes prancing
A hound follows in tow
They had come across quite a show
Scared the fairies stopped dead
Wings as heavy as lead
There a oath was struck
By the leader of the fairies, King Puck
The truffles of the illusory wood
A trade for the greater good