the sidhe dance the winds of night
their cries filling the midnight air
as they sing the souls of the dead
across to where they dwell

to see the bright face of sidhe
one must hear their silken cries
and face deaths door with open eye
there to follow them dancing

come not to the crossroads at midnight
for the sidhe dance the air
and never a mortal shall see them
till death sings in their ear

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