That Fateful Night

Far from the kings’ world of warfare there’s a haven
A warm fire, from which stories had moved a tiny heart

Long past his bedtime, a small boy lay awake
In a warm bed, one which he would soon trade
For the woodlands and the Moon's cold ray
He'd taken upon himself to run to the king’s aid

From the window he peered out
Shadows lurking out in the night
It filled his young mind with doubt
To go out would take all his might

But the Moon shone up the path
As if telling him to hasten, young one!
'Tis a quest that can't be deterred
Be not frightened!
Peace will come with your warning words
No time to waste!
One is hurting, one will be hurt and you know it’s wrong
Go now, brave one!

On determined feet he entered the woods
Still a wee bit scared
The Moon’s words, along with the friendly croaking of frogs
Chased worries away

The king was nowhere in sight
Just a child’s voice that intertwined
With chirping and croaks in the night
His eyes for the kingdom's sights blind

Unaware he kept on calling
King come hither!
Yours a fight that no one can win
Fey king, hear me!
It’s a cycle you're both trapped in
Fey king please come!
You both suffer for no reason, it’s so very wrong
Come, ruling one!

Fast he ran through the woods
Without thought of where his feet fell
And thus, he tripped there on the forest floor
His head landed on a moss-covered stone and off he drifted

Chirps and croaks started to turn
They turned into words which he began to discern
As he rose from unconsciousness
He found that the veils had lifted, worlds had shifted
There before him stood the fey king tall and splendid
Much bewildered by this little human
Who could suddenly see and hear into his realm
(Into my realm)