The dance

Is a most frightful sight

Their laughter like

Sharp-sounding shrieks

The Unseelie Court

They hold their revelries

On bitter Winter nights

Their skin

A pale glowing white

Sparkles like

Midnight frost

They dance with torches

Of icy blue flames

They are the dark fairies

Who need no slight

To punish humankind

They beat on drums

Made from skins

Of unfortunate forest creatures

Caught before

Their descent

Into winter slumber

If you should

Come upon them

While caught up in their revelries

Surely they will

St...

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