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Scary Fairies
by Kristen Lawrence
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On Halloween don’t go outside alone,
For what may be is frightful on its own —
The fairies seek to take you away.
Beware! Beware! They thrive this holiday.
No souls have these who get what they demand,
And once they kidnap you to Fairyland,
There’s little chance escaping their stead.
Beware! Beware! They’ll dance you ’til you’re dead.
Oíche Shamhna*—
Night of Spirits comes alive.
Oíche Shamhna —
Night when scary fairies ride.
Tam Lin was saved, but not before he turned
Into a snake, bear, lion, iron burned.
So, at midnight look out! These vindictive, jealous folk
Consort with ghosts — so easy to provoke.
Hang a little Harvest Maiden,
Stick a needle in the door
Lest Queen Mab exchange a changeling,
Granting your dreams whether they’re good or poor.
Let’s rub some oats and salt into your hair,
Protect you from what runs around out there —
The fairy hills are open today.
Beware! Beware! Their lights will lead astray.
Oíche Shamhna —
Night of Spirits comes alive.
Oíche Shamhna —
Night when scary fairies ride.
*Irish Gaelic: Night of summer’s end/Samhain night
(EE-hyeh HOW-nuh)
On Halloween don’t go outside alone,
For what may be is frightful on its own —
The fairies seek to take you away.
Beware! Beware! They thrive this holiday.
No souls have these who get what they demand,
And once they kidnap you to Fairyland,
There’s little chance escaping their stead.
Beware! Beware! They’ll dance you ’til you’re dead.
Oíche Shamhna*—
Night of Spirits comes alive.
Oíche Shamhna —
Night when scary fairies ride.
Tam Lin was saved, but not before he turned
Into a snake, bear, lion, iron burned.
So, at midnight look out! These vindictive, jealous folk
Consort with ghosts — so easy to provoke.
Hang a little Harvest Maiden,
Stick a needle in the door
Lest Queen Mab exchange a changeling,
Granting your dreams whether they’re good or poor.
Let’s rub some oats and salt into your hair,
Protect you from what runs around out there —
The fairy hills are open today.
Beware! Beware! Their lights will lead astray.
Oíche Shamhna —
Night of Spirits comes alive.
Oíche Shamhna —
Night when scary fairies ride.
*Irish Gaelic: Night of summer’s end/Samhain night
(EE-hyeh HOW-nuh)
