A girl of little years was often overlooked by her parents.
She was a lonely soul, so one day she went down to the forest.
Among the trees and bushes, a merry folk of people appeared,
For the girl was mature in the field of the heart.
A much older man or woman might have walked past the sight.
But they invited her to dance, and so she did all day until the sun set.
And then she died.
Now, many a rumour has gone about surrounding the truth of her disappearance.
“Drowned in the river the poor thing,” some villagers would remark,
But only a day before they’d have barely batted an eyelash at the girl.
Some say she ran away.
Others to this day swear they’ve heard whispers in the forest without footsteps to match them.
But the truth remains is that she entered into the world of fairies,
And she was freed of the cruelty of humans with their constant bickering.
When old misers warn of the dangers of stumbling upon a fairy fort, they only have it half right.
One will only be cursed if one learns the ways of the fay and chooses to continue their life as a human.
The curse will be doubled if this human shares the information with another.
Of the cursèd, they experience lifelong misery and misfortune.
They also say never accept an invitation to dance with the dead or the fay.
What men have failed to share is the advantage of locating a fairy fort.
A human will be transformed into a fairy and given eternal life in the land of the fay.
Stephen Riordan. (1/3/13).