Lady Midnight Dancing

folklore, faerie from before Tinkerbell and magic sparkling dust.

Early in the foretold times, she danced
upon the dewdrops on the meadowgrass, she refused
to be weighed down by worries not her own
or by all which her children in her name have wrought

She twirled across the misty morning on her own
sang quietly of things she's begun and things she's undone
to the endless day she was the endless dark
and to her kin she was the one they wished brought down

She was the Lady Midnight to some, to some unknown
Sometimes she was the glimmering of things forlorn, sometimes naught
to her lovers she was loveliness unbound, to her foes peril untold
to everyone she touched she was a queen to worship or overthrow

She said very little, often nothing at all
choosing instead to into the stillness of her meadow draw
each and every thing she has come to regret and all her loves
and her children are thus drawn there not once but twice

Early in the foretold times, she danced
upon the dewdrops on the meadowgrass, she refused
to be weighed down by worries not her own
or by all which her children in her name have wrought