Beside embankment stream that flows
Swift with the waters melted snow.
Beneath a hill of green and straw
There lives a kingdom that's no more.

The Twyleth Teg therein reside
Secret awareness gently hide
A faery kingdom underground
That never mortal mind has found.

They sing and dance forever in
The halls of under mountain king;
And if one ever hopes to be
Without their blessing there to see

Such magic deep and wrestling games
Or crystal coins the gamblers claim
You'll ointment magical anoint
Your eyes as if they did appoint

You as a favoured love or friend
To gift their royal cause or end.
Then travel road to under earth
Present the tribute of your birth.

A child or sister born most fair
To live a life amongst them there.
To mortal eye a place of dirt
Yet magic sight amaze, divert.

The tree inverted to its shade
That magic kingdom family laid.
In wondrous squalor there enjoy
As magic glamour they employ.

For every day in that place spend
A thousand to the real world end
And food there truly does fulfill
The need to e'er leave under hill.

 © G.Burns. 24-Mar-2012