Do not dare

Don’t you dare cross the elven path
When yew berries are full of blood,
Do not dare and do not trespass:
When uncalled, this shall be your last.

Don’t you dare sing in woodland realm
When the alder trees cry and moan,
Do not dare: you won’t be the same
When the darkness invades your song.

Don’t you dare dance in the candlelight
In the circles of silver stones
Do not dare, for the circle’s might
Will not let you return back home.

Don’t you dare venture far at dusk,
When the king passes through the Glen.
Do not dare, for his horse is fast,
He will keep you until the end.

Don’t you dare follow faerie ways,
Elder pathways are not for fun:
Do not dare: you will not be saved,
People vanish here all the time.