Mortal Dreams, A gift from faerie...and a warning. Options

[LadyEvergreen865]

Mortal,
should you pass our way
at amber gloaming's end,
when the fire of day fades to dusk
and purple mist descends,

Look closely,
through a window seeming
darkly spinning see,
imperfect liquid glass,
a waking mystery!

The emerald glow of chambers deep
where rivers flow; then widen to sleep:
a promise you'll find within.

Listen,
softly singing, one note---repeating.

Come closer, mortal.
Of earthly tone, however fair;
of mortal love, none compare.
Seek thy solice within my arms.
I call you, now, by my charms;
lest you wake to find me gone.
If so, remember....

Mortal,
should you pass our way,
come not at twilight;
for by chance or whim
or purpose true,
we keep forever those who do!