Fairy Forest by Diana Stanley

The Path to Faery (exerpt) When dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose, And a tawny tower the twilight shows, With the crescent moon, the silver moon, the curved new moon in a space that glows, A turret window that grows alight; There is a path that my Fancy knows, A glimmering, shimmering path of night, That far as the Land of Faery goes. And I follow the path, as Fancy leads Over the mountains, into the meads Where the firefly cities, the glowworm cities, the faery cities are strung like beads Each city a twinkling star And I live a life of valorous deeds And march with the Faery King to war And ride with his knights on milk-white steeds. Madison Cawein