A Tale of Faerie

Upon this spot in this deep wood
A beautiful young dreo stood
Hair rich dark half down her back
Lips of red and clothing black
And on the weary path stood still
For she could not see past the hill
Her marrie had warned her too right
That she had best stay home that night
But she wanted have a surprise
And wonder yet; did she realise
The man abreast the dusky field
Was not as she her life had sealed
And far across forest down low
Where the golden flowers grow
He dragged her there and she did feel
At last perhaps her soul he'd steal
Now she did try with all her might
That poor dreo put up a fight
Now her marrie and darrie weep
As she will now forever sleep