Brave Goblin Quart, he strayed far home,
His eyes like coal, his heart like stone,
But foolish goblins wander far too deep,
And little Quart forgot what forests keep—
Willows whispered low ‘tween tangled leaves,
Drawing him hither unto Faery’s Reach,
Mother moon went cold, thin as a knife,
And the air grew thick, humming with life.
He crept through brambles, shadows thick,
While faerie’s laughed sharp and slick,
A game they played, twisted and mean,
And Quart was lost within a dream.
All paths labyrinth, no end in sight, And each turn led him deeper into night, Faery lights flickered, bright then dim, Luring him further from home and kin.
A rustle, a whisper, a shadow’s grin,
Laughing Faeries’ grew bright and prim,
Their songs played tricks across trickling stones,
“We’ll keep you Goblin, you’re ours alone.”
Little Quart shivered, courage thin,
In faery woods, only faeries win.
Still he fled, through father night,
Round and round and round he’d go,
But faery woods change fast and slow.
Now he moans, forever lost,
Bound in service to Magic’s Host,
Coal-black eyes, dull as dusk,
A warning to goblins who dare to trust.
In faery woods, where willows weep,
No goblin’s safe, no goblins sleep,
Beware night lights that gleam and glare,
Lest you find a faery’s snare.
