The Compass Sprite

Upon a fair and quiet sea,

‘Neath skies of clearest blue,

There sails a vessel, flying free,

Adventures to pursue.

While ship upon the water rolls,

And canvas flies aloft,

The captain brave consults below 

His map and compass oft.

This compass, legend long has told,

Guides through the paths of night,

To bring the bearer from of old

To otherworldly light.

For, hidden from all mortal eyes

But those whose hearts are true,

Within the compass dwells a sprite,

And magic he imbues;

So when the captain glances down

To chart a better course,

His way is counseled, unbeknown,

By ancient faery force.

This pixie long has twirled and spun

The needle ‘round the face,

And danced his dervish ‘neath the sun 

And stars, where’er he’s placed.

Some may the compass fear, and cry

“Tis haunted!”, but not so;

For where the bearer’s heart does lie, 

There shall the faery go.