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Mannanan son of Lir has woven his magic brought the mist
The Isle now blanketed, with a single flourish of his wrist
No birds cry out in shrouds of bandaging white
The sun cannot reach through and is lost from sight.
Houses, cars, roads, people, all have vanished
Sounds are muffled, the island banished
Into fae, as Mannanan shields us from the day.
Five nations should be seen,
From Snaefell’s pinnacle
Surrounded by a sea of green
Now none are visible.
All the land that is in sight
Is draped with air of ghostly white
Sight and sound are locked away
Now we are descending into fae.
If fairies danced right in front of me,
I would not doubt what I did see.
But beg to be allowed to follow
To dance along, risking no tomorrow
Let the magic drag me far within
The dance would swirl me in a spin
Of time passing Oh so slow
I would follow I would go.
I would leave this plodding world behind
Treading a measure with fairy kind
Family, friends I don’t even wave farewell
Knowing fae will sound out my death knell
Yet I have no desire to fight
Or hide from those fairies’ sight.
To enter fae and know it’s real
To see, to touch, to hear, to feel
Even though I will never return
To tell the world what I have learned.
Wave your magic over me today
Or let the sun brightly burn away
Your foggy mist and leave the Isle
To bask is sunshine for a while.
If your magic is that strong
Let me hear the music of your song.
Or flee foul God back where you belong
You must accept that it is wrong
Of you to bring the magic of the past
Into the future, let this be the last
Time you veil our glorious land
With the magic you have fanned
Making us desire your mystic skill
Tingling our skin with imagined thrill
Only to leave us in reality once more
Dive into the ocean, depart our shore.
Never return for never more
Sink back into your days of yore
Don’t tease us with magic from long ago
Which you won’t reveal or let us know
Keep your secrets, stay deep below
Hide your cards so they don’t show
Or offer delights we must forego.