Mean Fay Bay

There's a mist over the bay,
though the wind was set astray.
We had to anchor by the pier,
The sight ahead instilled fear.

We knew we were not welcome there,
but beyond the bay laid our affair.
"No admittance" read the sign,
We made our way to the coastline.

"We need to reach the other side.",
"And we our rules must abide."
The fays would never let us pass,
They overwhelmed us with their mass.

Now we wait for ships to come,
that thought is humorous to some.
The mist has now smothered the way,
While we stand ashore in mean fay bay.