The Land of Eternal Refrain

Amidst the swirling mist of the ancient isle,
Where legends and myths still hold their guile,
There lies a land of eternal magic,
Where faeries dance and spells are tragic.

The winds howl fierce through the hills and glens,
Whispering secrets to the ancient stones and dens,
Where the druids once roamed in ancient times,
And the legends of old still chime.

Oh, the beauty of this mystical land,
Where the sea meets the shore and the sand,
Where the stars above shine bright and true,
And the moon casts its pale blue hue.

In the fields, the flowers dance in the breeze,
Their colors — a rainbow that the eye can seize,
And the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
Their melodies carried on the wind with ease.

But beware, for this land is not all it seems,
For dark shadows lurk in the deepest dreams,
And the faeries can be fickle and mean,
Their magic — a double-edged sword, it seems.

Yet still I am drawn to this enchanted place,
Where time moves at a different pace,
And the mysteries of the past still remain,
In this land of eternal refrain.

31 марта 2023 г.

© Андрей Тарзалайнен, 2023.