There is an oaken door,
Hidden far away.
In a secret garden,
Where the Fair Folk play.
See the spider spinning,
Hanging in the tree.
Come a little closer,
You will find a key.
Ancient locks will open,
Stone steps going down.
Misty air surrounds you,
Fire lights your crown.
Moonlit path awaits you,
Through enchanted trees.
Softly now..eyes closed..
For that is when you see.
Wise and loving Old One,
Rocking with Her tea.
Look into Her cauldron
Bubbling...So Mote It Be!
Soon your time is over,
Thank Her as you leave.
Life becomes a dream now,
Ever Blessed Be!
Poetry
By Aganippe
May 7, 2005
Artwork
"Court of Faerie"
By Thomas Maybank
1898-1925
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