Entering Paradise

She tried the path of difficult tread
Her hooves paced, in darkness' stead.
The leaves cascaded vastly overhead,
Creating a blanket under which to bed.
Under hoof were dried leaves abound,
With much sweet fungus to be found.
Toadstools made rings large and round,
To trap young children, safe and sound.
These youngsters, if orphans they be,
Who had never had a good bold family,
Would be taken to the court of King Faerie,
And the rest would be eaten, or set free.
So was the haunting rumour of the wood,
To keep children doing as they should,
And to keep them away from the hood,
Of the secret passage that darkly stood.
The one that led to a country sublime,
A place escaping society, trade and time.
A paradise not for my eyes or thine,
But only for those of horn and of wine.
Oh it is known well that Drys did bless
Her children with great humbleness
And a recipe for wine of such sweetness
That others would kill for its flavour fullest.
So wine and grapes of wrath and wit,
Caused the fauns to have run and hid,
In the forest of deepest darkness amid,
Come to the base of the Peaks of Jagged.
Or so it said, for wine is such the best of all,
And it brought a rise before the first fall,
Its the part of us that makes us all call
And jeer and say "let's have a ball!"
And so the faun trekked her tired way,
Though hill and valley by night and day,
She hardly knew what to do or to say
But knew she wanted not to meet the Fae.
Scarcely two steps did she quietly go,
Than from the foliage burst a hoe,
He looked gay and flamboyant, held a bow,
And made his declaration quite the show.
"Attend here," said he, dressed in green.
"What do you here, what do you mean?
To come into this secret place so clean,
That needs none of humans - oh great Queen!"
It was then he looked at our heroine
And saw she was quite the faun, quite thin,
Perfect eyes, knees, hair and perfect chin,
Perfect hooves and perfect furry skin.
"You must come in!" He cried in delight,
"Come out of the shadow of the night.
Oh sister dear of strength and might,
Come into the fauns' final rest from flight!"
And so in she went to perfect Paradisia,
Where the streets are both near and far
And the past is the future, or that's the idea
To have peace here you must hear sincere,
Or listen, if I am being crystal clear,
Please, fair person, lend me your ear,
And learn from this tale oh so dear,
And never enter Concordia by a path of fear.