Here we all stand, at the end of the worlds colliding with each other. We face the imminent- and we cannot accept it.
The words meet and part, as in dancing, one movement after the next, one glance pursuing another. We face the dance with trembling hearts, as we don’t know where it goes.
We are the fair folk, the children of the Sidhe, the Telwyth Teg, the Seelie and the Unseelie – and our world is shifting, morphing, changing, leaning towards the world of the living.
We faced each other before, and the dance will bring us together again- whether we want it or not. The dance will take care of itself, and there is no need to force it.
The song flows when its wings are free. The dance goes on when it follows the music.
We are the music.
Follow the music.