When the moon calls.

By Wolfie
A/N: I like this one, I did it during French ; so what it was boring and I already finished my work so P!!

When do the fairies come?

At the call of the full moon's wind,

When do the werewolves sing their song?

At the voice of the full moon all night long,
When the fairies come they do,

Dance and sing 'til the morning's dawn,

Drink and play at the night's expense,

Full of mischief and treasures hidden,

Long they came when bidden,

Now they dwell only in a land of dreams.

Please review and thanks to: Loganberry for reviewing my first short poem and sorry for not updating 'til now! ;