Changeling

Changeling 

     Hot iron stings,
then singes faery fingers.

Once babes are exchanged,
     crib gates again tighten.

Time's chariot

     wheels its wheels.

Spring but snowing
as the Winter Queen
carries her new pet
     beneath the hill.

Her courtiers marvel 
     at the little man. 

Meanwhile, faery babe

     poos gold.

[mythopoeia]