Her Song

Mere mortal beings hear not her song
though it echoes through the trees at night,
rustling the fallen leaves
and beckoning to the enchanted fairies of the forest
where her song can always be heard by them
late late at night, when the moon is full
and perched high above the trees
she lets out her solitary song.
Some would call it depressing
but others would see it for what it truly is,
it is wonderous
the melodious sound that escapes her fair lips
and pulls all those hidden from their slumber
letting them dance in the clearing of the forest
as she dances and sways
to her own rhythm and her own tune
almost a slave to her song
as she sings it throughout the night
dancing and swaying
staying in this eternal illusion.