fog swirls and hugs the ground, the heavy air distorts all sound, directions are a haze, lost in a woodland maze. the screechy call of a hunting owl, nocturnal world on the prowl, eerie noises create apprehension, body alert from the tension. Faerie Magic near at hand, must be hidden from the eyes of man and though my friends Faeries be, some things are not for me to see. Faerie Magic and illusion woods filled with fog of confusion, too close to the mound I roamed, now I am lost, searching for home. around the bend and down a hill, called to reason by cicada's trill path leads to my right illuminated by full moon light. safely back in my lair I search for the marks of my scare, but though I stumbled through woods and bramble patch my body bears not a scratch.