Beware the Daye, little fae.
Beware of her and those in her sway.
Beware her steps, where Firstborn rot,
Unless her favor, they have got.
Speak her name with only fright,
For she breaks our kings, this Knight.
Oh, but children, if you’re lost,
She will take the Sea’s harsh cost.
Daye will save you, if she can
From even Blind Micheal’s cruel, cruel hand.
Thorns and paws do dog her steps,
Following blood from her dress.
Yes, beware the Daye, little fae,
For she will take you in her sway.
Some of the panels under the cut, the rest in a reblog bc APPARENTLY tumblr won’t let me post all 14 at once:
Edit: please, check the reblogs for the rest of this, there’s like five more panels including several of my favorites and I’ve seen at least five people reblog without those
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A Word From A Bird
Now here is a little and large poem
Which we hope, in our hearts will find a home.
And if we love it and give it our blessing,
It will have the freedom, to roam and roam.
Now, to bring it to life, with colour and sound,
We found, it's meant to be read or sung aloud.
For strange to us, as it may seem,
We may get the feeling, we're talking to a crowd.
We may get the feeling, we are talking to the unseen.
For it carries its own hidden music and rhyme,
Which seems to get better and louder in time.
And as we know, we all like good news,
Because good news creates more good news.
So we have taken care, to use kind and thoughtful words.
We listened to our trees and we listened to our birds.
We listened to the Oceans and to the free herds.
We listened to the Fire, burning brightly.
We listened to the Wind, blowing lightly.
We listened to the Earth, day after day
And here’s what they, all have to say.
“Let’s forgive the mistakes of the past
And stop worrying about the future,
For the die has been cast.
Just live in the present, to see what it brings.
For the times that are coming, will show us,
Some amazing new things.”
But first a big thank you for the paper,
That carries this poem.
For we must remind ourselves please,
Who really pays without a murmur or a moan.
It is not you or me,
Nor the birds nor the fish in the seas,
But rather, our courageous and caring, terrific trees.
Though we give it little thought, our trees pay the price,
Every single day, so let’s be nice.
Let’s give them in this poem, one free page,
For our fast oncoming Magical New Age.
To listen to them, to let them have they say.
And though much of our World
Is in such a big and scary shamble.
It only takes one with courage,
To take a little gamble.
To believe the trees;
To listen to the breeze within the leaves.
And if we believe, their simple little message in this.
We may find our life in time, could become just bliss.
We may find, we might even fly like a bird.
After all, it’s only one colour, one note, one word.
So why not try it. Test it out.
We have nothing to lose, except our pain,
And if we don’t like it, we can throw it back out,
Until we’re ready, until it comes around again.
So now it’s time, to clean up the Planet.
Come on John, it’s up to you and Janet.
Let’s start right now and begin to plan it.
There’s no time to wait for the rest.
First we’re going to end starvation,
Then it’s more conservation, re-forestation and preservation
And that’s just one solution.
We’re so fed up with our own pollution.
It’s time for our gentle revolution.
So come on, it’s up to us, let’s do our best.
And when we decide just to, let go our Hell,
For those that have fallen, for those that fell.
And when we decide to let go our fear and sorrow,
To create for our children, a safe and happy tomorrow.
And when, to our frightened and excited surprise,
We begin at last to slowly realize,
That sometimes, we are the Devil in disguise
And sometimes, we are as bright as Angel’s eyes.
Then we can help us all, let go the war,
As we learn and grow and have some fun,
Like we know we did, many times before.
After all most of us, are in the dark, travelling blind,
Searching for that spark, which one day, we’re bound to find,
Waiting for our children, to discover their own happy pilgrim.
So attention Trees. Stand at ease
God's Grace. Our Grace
Hurray, thank you.
Now we’ve had our say.
And with no further ado,
Here’s our little Fairy Story,
For us and for you.
Penned by P.E.L.
P.E.L., Bluebell Forest. Acrylic painting.
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