The Ffolk

Through the must they dance,
A forgotten race.
Trailing in their wake - songs;
Tales of whim and fancy,
Bringing a laugh to every mouth,
A smile to every face.

Though their appearance is rough
Their countenance, stern,
A joke will they tell
To cause e’en the Black Wizard,
Amidst his evil toils,
A slight grin, if not a jolly laugh.

Their origin - unknown.
Their future - uncertain.
Yet still they prance along
Down the path of their wondrous lives.
To live forever
In the memory of our hearts.

OK, so this isn’t the best of poems, but some of the phrases I still really really like. Just remember, this was written 15-16 years ago (give or take) and judge lightly:).