Changeling Child

Back in the mists of Ireland,
There in that land so green,
There once was a faery maiden
The most lovely ever seen.

Oh she was one of great beauty,
Her voice of cobwebs spun,
Her hair tangled and tawny
And her smile full of fun.

One day in the wood she met a man,
oh he was wondrous fair
with twinkling eyes of midnight blue
and a voice beyond compare.

They met and they danced
That moonlit night around the faeryhill
They vowed their love would never end
‘til the rivers all ran still.

But in the time when cruel winds blow
And the world is clothed in white,
The faery King denounced the two-
He caused the river to freeze that night.

In the spring the river ran
And she returned to the faery hill,
She waited in vain for her love to return
And likely waits there still.

For she couldn’t keep that faery child
Born of their love forbidden
And since her love never did return
She caused the child to be hidden.



Back in the mists of Ireland,
There in that land of green,
There once was born a changeling child,
With pointy ears and a smile that gleamed.

She was found by a white haired old lady
One who was wise in faery lore,
She gladly took in the changeling child
Gave her a home and love and more…

Taught her all the faery ways
Taught her magics, taught her spells,
Taught her of her heritage,
Taught her to use her powers well.

Now I am that changling child
And my eyes are mossy green,
My ears don’t curl like others do,
Instead they are pointed and clearly seen.

I’ve visited that forest glade
And danced on that faery hill,
Left offerings to all my kin
Though I’ve yet to see them and doubt I will.

But it doesn’t matter in the least,
For I know from whence I came
From the love of the faery maiden
And the knight who had no name.