The caves of fae

Through enchanted caves
Eeked out of loam
the industrious moles
The grotto’s work
Laboriously Bewitched they cast
In telepathic channels lurk

Under the kings men
Standing stones
Otherwordly ancient bones
Charmed I am sure
By the worms that crawl
Through the catacombs
They are forced to haul

Their sensitive bodies
Where the fae
The green eyed
Say they play at day
Break in cavernous crystal places
But they never dare to show their faces

Rollrights 78 or more
Those wizened soldiers did explore
Came with their king but met a crone
Some sorcery that she alone
Cast and on that fated day
Were cursed infact to always stay

On that great hill looking down
Over Chipping Norton town
And below the tunnels sprung
Where moles and voles and trolls
Have clung
The oracle of the whispering knights
The flibertigibbets the imps the sprites
Apparitions of every kind
From the spectral supernatural mind

Long Compton isn’t far away
The village of witches
Condemned some say
Sandy coloured Oxford stone
Cottages that stand alone
The irreproachability
Blameless thats if you ask me
A state of grace and virtue too
Healing women good and true