fairy mischief

 
dip the quill in the crimson ink
bleeding thoughts speak
peaking then receding
in the eternal knowledge

darkness talks to the unseelie
they frolic in ones mind
a constant reel of nonsense
rattles the psyche
with incessant chatter

I close off my soul
still I feel the mischief enter
raucous laughter and merry making
it's slightly sinister in the knowledge
the seelie are kin to me

little fairies of disarray
their name is chaos
to dispel any myths they are tricky

besotted by their siren song
I fall into the darkness gladly