Faerie Ring

A bit of faerie fun and merrymaking.

Moonlight plays in silver pools,

The night air fills with song,

Tiny lights twinkle and dance,

Magic quivers in the forest glade.

A circle glows with faerie light,

As the dancers swirl like a glittering rain,

Then in a rising column they soar into the sky.

The cock crows as the sun rises,

Dew glistens in the sunlight upon both fern and flower,

And in the glade a ring remains, one of small hooded men,

The night's wonder over, yet faerie magick remains.