Run, run across

The misty veil

That keeps away

The fae of the island

The little ones

The fair ones

And sleep until

The broken shards

Of life are falling

Old and worn.

Sleep among the

Ocean of skies

The waves of hills

The faerie flow'rs.

Run, run beneath

The sacred light

That bathes anew

The skin of youth

And live and forget

And love.

Run, run across

That misty veil

But do not come back

Do not return.

The fae,

The folk,

The gods,

They are not

Welcome.

They are not welcome

Anymore.