This was a poem my very sweet fae, (ahem) Vine gave to the town. Just found it and thought I would toss it up here for old time's sake.
So the circle spins again
past meets present in the end
Sing the tale a long time past
when time it seemed to spin so fast
Fey would tremble in their tracks
would say in whispers, "here walked Drax"
When humans cried out in their fright
‘there’ll be no dawn Drax rules tonight'
What did it seem to lesser men?
When foes became the fastest friends
For cowards hid none but their own
and let the hunted stand alone
Fey were caught for magics vile
gaining naught but Drax’s smile
No mercy answered tortured cries
for those not born can never die
‘Till a gypsy found a way
walked the path that led to fey
“ By oldest ways I give my name
and ask that you should do the same
Share the blood and drink the wine
Join my family, join with mine.”
No gift had ever been so pure
They drank the wine and made it sure
He spoke once more and called his friends
Only gaje in the end
“I’ve made them family, I speak true
the gaje are now kin to you.”
Remember when we turned the tide
with fey and mortal side by side?
So the circle spins again
past meets present in the end.