The Wood Spryte And The Maiden Poem by Lori Hopkins

through the forest glades
the sylvan frecks about
a comely maiden wades
alone she has no doubt
a melodious wind catches her ear
mayhaps another soul is near
too enticing to ignore
fair maiden must explore
halt!
a steadfast knight conseilles
a griphon abyds in yonder hills
avow ye fair lass that ye shall not pass
tis a perilous journey into the myre
comest here oh maiden fair
abyd by the warmth of the fire...
did i mention the sylvan's a bigiler?
oh what a guade this debonaire fraude
and with no contricioun he confirms her suspicion
his concupesence so clear
oh fair maiden comest here