A poem about the fairies.
Land and time is different there,
there are no rules like there are here,
and if you have the fairy sight,
there is quite a lot you'll see at night.
They were here before we were,
a hidden magic and lilting chirr.
We drove them out with our greed,
evil doings for thy fortunes seed.
These mystical beings enthrall,
under the full moon when veils fall.
fae weave their magic on earth,
to help mother nature of rebirth.
Gentle wings of mystic flights,
the stars above of the glowing sprites.