The Hunt

We hunt for the faerie blood demands it
Our mystic horns attract our beast who roam the forests at our will
Their brassy treble rings strong and true
Tonight is the night, we dance from behind the Veil to see the mortals whose foolish desires rule their lives
to dance under the light of a pagan moon
Adorned in dewdrops and woven petals
To bless the fields on Beltaine with wild abandon
We do not care for our whims
how can we if we have no mortal flesh to tie us down?
Those who see us are entranced and the blood of their souls becomes part of ours.