Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Bluebells

My young son and I took a stroll

Into a forest and came to

Bluebell flowers, a garden whole,

A lovely sight to behold, true.

But I remembered from folklore

With bluebells evil fairies dwell.

So do not touch the bluebells or

Evil fairies will cast their spell.

Before I could stop my young son,

He ran into the bluebells and

Began picking them one by one.

He was too young to understand.

Alone in the bluebells I be.

My young son, fairies took from me.