Three Twisted Knots

Tales of the Fae Lands


Go Away

It’s raining inside again

It’s raining inside again

But only upstairs

The grups have forgotten

The grups have forgotten

The nursery’s up here

I’m too old for nursery

I’m too old for nursery

but they don’t agree

How can they know

How can they know

when they never see me?

Fae children aren’t grown

Fae children aren’t grown

‘Til a century’s gone

They always forget me

They always forget me

I’m alone and forlorn

Go away, go away

Go away, go away

Rain get you gone

Far away, far away

Far away, far away

You don’t belong

And that’s when Nurse came up, finally

And that’s when nurse came up, finally, and said, What have we told you about spell-singing by yourself, and I said, I’m not listening to you; I want my mother, and then I started to make up the next line of the song and she screamed for my mother, and then Mother came up and stared her most meanest disappointed stare at me and said, Young lady, soothsayers are predicting droughts all over the Summerlands because of this! You back-sing that song at once! What have we told you about spell-singing by yourself, and I said, Mother, I am forty-one years old and I’ll do as I please and if I were human they’d call me an old maid by now! and Mother said, Well, you’re not a human, you are a spoiled little fae girl and if I thought your father would put a geas on you and help us control you, I’d call him back here right now… but I interrupted her and said, But you can’t now, can you, because you turned him into a swan and when the rivers all dry up he’ll have nowhere to swim, will he, oh, poor poor papa, all dried up and dehydrated just like those plants you let me get that one time. And then I remembered why she always makes it rain inside: it’s because I forgot to water the plants that one time, and then I screamed and she screamed and Nurse screamed and then there was a great white swan in the middle of it all and Mother cackled like a hag and said, I always say, wait ’til your Father gets home, and then she turned him back into a Faery, she did, and he trumpeted for two solid minutes before we managed to convince him he was a man again, and then they started arguing but he patted me on the head and said I was his best girl and why was the hallway soaked? So I said, Go away! and I was still in spell-song, and they all tumbled down the stairs, and the rain stopped, and I had cake for dinner. Cake.

Notes & Credits

Enchantment’s Burtonesque round is OPEN!

Items featured at Enchantment:

Backdrop (Tree): Bee Designs, Crazy Room 2
Parasol: Oubliette, Black Lace Helena Parasol
Dress: Poet’s Heart, Liisa Dress
Hair: Analog Dog (natch!), Niu
Necklace: Six Feet Under, Victoria Necklace
Eyes: Emotional Circus, Kaori Eyes
Eyelashes: Venge, Queen Of Hearts Lashes

Everything Else:

Skin: ND/MD, Uli, in Snow
Lips: Shiny Stuffs, May Kisses
Eyebrows: Simple Bloom, LivAutumn Soft Arch
Head: Lelutka: EvoX, Gaia
Body: Maitreya
Stockings: Alaskametro, Justinia Stockings
Shoes: toksik, Sweetish Heels



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Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Davi, and whoever else springs out of The Author’s head, live in the parallel universe of Second Life. You can read their stories here, or just scroll down to see what Gwyneth was wearing when she wrote it.

Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.

Caution: contains poetry.

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