Changeling 

O’ you Wicked Fey,

Veil me with your Gloaming.

Soporific rays,

Rock the babe; I’m sleeping.

Dance and Shadow’s play,

I’m taken… Changeling.

Riddle within, Riddle without,

Wicked Fey, I give,

Ever-knowing.


© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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