Fairy magic
The darkness the candles melt
The young audience sit listening
The elder keeps spinning his tales
Of the unknown beyond reach
"The red thread dancing in the air
Floating silently with the wind
The farmer stares with his eyes
He can't run seeing it is coming his way"
The shadowy trees in the village
Sitting under the makeshift tent
The calls ringing out to the children
"Time to bed tomorrow a new day"
The young children never move
They are enthralled with the tales
"The farmer rubs his eyes
He can't believe it is real"
"The red thread moving like a snake
Weaving along the empty space........
See this thread it has turned into a snake"
The children scream the mothers come running
"Now what's all about?"
"Oh it is the red thread changing
Into the snake of the night"
"You frightened the children!"
The elder smokes his cigarette
Smiling on his face eyes glow with his tales
"You can sit and listen to my spin
Tomorrow is Saturday"
"The red thread knocks on the window panes
A few times yet the farmer holds on to his senses
The red thread rising up into full view
With tiny legs touching the windows"
The night crescent moon shining bright
On the makeshift tent the crowd gathered
Mothers and children listening to night tales
Of the unknown burying deep in our minds
The night breezes touching hairs and bodies
The audience feel the presence of something else
They look down to the ground seeing red thread flowing
"Is it real the thing I just seen?"
One mother screams
When she finds her legs are tied
The red thread crawling higher
Reaching up to her neck
The elder stares
Eyes cold mumbling his prayer
Every one watches the scene
Slowly it all disappears from sight
"Children it's the magic!
The adults too will feel its flow
The tales I am spinning
It may be true"
The young audience sit listening
The elder keeps spinning his tales
Of the unknown beyond reach
"The red thread dancing in the air
Floating silently with the wind
The farmer stares with his eyes
He can't run seeing it is coming his way"
The shadowy trees in the village
Sitting under the makeshift tent
The calls ringing out to the children
"Time to bed tomorrow a new day"
The young children never move
They are enthralled with the tales
"The farmer rubs his eyes
He can't believe it is real"
"The red thread moving like a snake
Weaving along the empty space........
See this thread it has turned into a snake"
The children scream the mothers come running
"Now what's all about?"
"Oh it is the red thread changing
Into the snake of the night"
"You frightened the children!"
The elder smokes his cigarette
Smiling on his face eyes glow with his tales
"You can sit and listen to my spin
Tomorrow is Saturday"
"The red thread knocks on the window panes
A few times yet the farmer holds on to his senses
The red thread rising up into full view
With tiny legs touching the windows"
The night crescent moon shining bright
On the makeshift tent the crowd gathered
Mothers and children listening to night tales
Of the unknown burying deep in our minds
The night breezes touching hairs and bodies
The audience feel the presence of something else
They look down to the ground seeing red thread flowing
"Is it real the thing I just seen?"
One mother screams
When she finds her legs are tied
The red thread crawling higher
Reaching up to her neck
The elder stares
Eyes cold mumbling his prayer
Every one watches the scene
Slowly it all disappears from sight
"Children it's the magic!
The adults too will feel its flow
The tales I am spinning
It may be true"
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