faerie folk

They steal babies,
issue changelings,
whisk the breath from the weak and the dying,
suck on columbine, nectar, blood,
live in magical hedges in bud;
worry farmers, worry swine,
worry sheep
and creatures bovine.
With green-stained teeth,
sharp, pinlike, pointy,
bright waxed blond hair
that stands up dainty,
knuckled hands and fingers thin,
spikey nails and whiskered chins,
spite in faces, malice in eyes,
nothing can stop them;
they’re from the dark side.