Sidhe

An eternal expanse of turbulent, restless blues:
from the darkest to the most brilliant hues.
From deep within its depths,
it spews forth its upset.
Its frothy white caps;
white horses of the sea,
gallop at full speed
across the sandy banks.

Oh, take me with you nature sprites
on your journey to the faery lights.
Which dance upon the mounds within the Midnight Hour
underneath the moons stern glower.
Take me with you to see Queen Mab
so she can use her faery glamor
to let me see my lost love come the Witches' Hour.


I wrote this on another site but decided to clean it up a bit and this is the final draft of it. Please tell me what you think.

I like the first paragraph. :)