When Rises the Morn

“There under the forests and darkness

Lives the creatures so small and queer

The fairies and goblins, the elves and pixies

The creatures you’ll love or you’ll fear

Maybe you’ll hear their pipes playing

Or see how they feast in the night

Join in their feasting, join in their singing

And dance with them until the light

But beware of the spells they are weaving

Away they will steal every heart

A verse of a song; your soul they are grabbing

And soon they will tear it apart

The creatures that hide from the midday

Are calling for you and your soul

If you don’t be aware and you won’t run away

You’ll be caught by their song-spells alone

So carefully watch how they’re dancing

Amidst all the roses and thorns

But never go closer, don’t give up for calling

For they vanish when rises the morn”

(By: Wyrd)