The Maid Of Flidley: A Warning
                       A Song Of ?
                    As Sung By Trimon
    Ah, there was a maid of Flidley, a maid fair,
    With golden shining eyes and starlight in her hair.
    She went dancing round an alfar-ground-
    Ae, maid of Flidley, you shouldn't be dancing there!

    She whirled and she leaped to the sound of a drum
    That from shadows and darkness seemed to come.
    And she threw back her head and howled with dread-
    Ae, maid of Flidley, the alfari will come!

    They gathered around her like kings and their queens.
    In their hair, copper and black and blue-gray sheens.
    They looked at her with eyes that showed no surprise-
    Ae, maid of Flidley, they know what you've seen!

    And they took her, and they put on her a spell
    To dance until the sun should in the sky dwell
    With moons and the stars, behind the night's bars-
    Ae, maid of Flidley, till runs dry Time's well!

    She howled and she mocked them; she said that the day
    Would come soon to chase all night-horrors away.
    Then the sun did lift, bird-on-the-wing swift-
    Ae, maid of Flidley, but the alfari stay!

    Then her strength failed her; she wept crystal tears,
    And begged them to take her eyes and her ears,
    But not to make her dance forever, resting never-
    Ae, maid of Flidley, your cries no one hears!

    The alfari melted away like shadows in the morning,
    And left the maid to dance and carry their warning.
    She dances still today, and warns others away-
    Ae, maid of Flidley, your pride died a-borning!