#FridayFeyDay – The Call of the Nighter – #Fairies in #Folklore

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If you hold your breath amongst the leaves

And trees a’hushing by

A quiet whiff of lover’s smoke

Somewhat misty-eyed.

A wild wind rushing in your sleep

And you, a little girl upon the moor

Enchanted by the twisted chimes

Pulling at your feet.

Step then upon the trail

Follow the allure, a lass

A’ wreathed by burning sprigs

And a handsome troubadour.

But the gloom still deepens as we speak

And the lilies hastily swim ashore

And the innocence of Summer

Must hearken to the fall.

Stop then your tread, little girl, and

Observe, you’re drowning in his pond

For straying maids must always heed

To the Nighter’s loving call.

* Note: The Nighter, or the Nykk/Nøkk as he is called in Norway, is a dark faerie creature from Norwegian folklore. He is said to live in woodsy ponds and lakes and his aim is to find a bride as he is very lonely. He takes on the form of a handsome young man and sings and plays music to lure young unmarried girls into his domain, of course, to the Nighter’s great frustration, the girl drowns as soon as she has entered the water. The Nighter is the Irish “translation” of the word Nykk, the English one is Nix.

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~Morgan~

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