I've wistfully, cried tears, of perpetual wander...

...with the,
surliest Faeries,
the even-tempered,
ghoulish ghosts, and,
the Merriest,
Men of Olde.

I've sweetly dreamed, nightmared, woke and slumbered...

...in the long-
enchanted, bewitched,
Sherwooded Forests,
sung and, danced,
with the sycamored,
groves of Tír na nÓg.

I've hurt, delighted, sated and hungered...

...by the Banshees wail,
along the forgotten gleann,
and, finally, hunt and caught,
squirrel cloaked,
and Robin Hooded,
treasure troves.

I've hidden and found, disguised and...