Crimson Crinoline (Faery Poem)

Walk through your life in crimson crinoline
Avoid strife with your rent silk stockin’
I wonder why he felt so shy
I wonder why you thought to cry

The house was made for a sleeping faery
(So the old witch said in her voice so merry)
Yet we all know that faeries don’t exist
Nor do witches as of this I must insist

Don’t fall behind on your magic charm
Else you will surely come to dire harm
For if the mirror does not reflect you
There will be no one to see what you do

Raise my friends and dance the rounds
Light the winter fires and sing abounds
For when moon has passed the night
The morrow will show our sovereign’s might

Walk through your life in crimson crinoline,
(So the old witch said in her voice so merry),
For if the mirror does not reflect you…
The morrow will show our sovereign’s might!