I do not own the faeries, or banshees or anything but the poem it’s self.

Silently the faeries rise

Dewdrop tears fall from their eyes

Somewhere far away a falcon cries

And two pixies silently say:

"Come dance with us beneith the moon

We dance in the night, twelve hours past noon

Upon the wings of a silent dream, I come to offer you this,

Come chant with us within the mist, inside the relm of mortal bliss

And we shall sing for you, and we shall sing for you,

Until the sun reflects its rays apon the mornings dew."

A silver dragon, wings dipped in red

Slowly rises from its gold plated bed,

The spinners of the night now unwind their thread,

A tall slender bamshee, recently fed

As the story goes was it not she who said:

"Come dance with us beneith the moon

We dance in the night, twelve hours past noon

Upon the wings of a silent dream, I come to offer you this,

Come chant with us within the mist, inside the relm of mortal bliss

And we shall sing for you, and we shall sing for you,

Until the sun reflects its rays apon the mornings dew."

Somewhere deep within the woods,

A leprechon greedily counts his goods,

Fennet rises from the sea, to seek a love that can never be,

A druid shaman is woken from sleep,

To hear the sord that quickly seep, into her very soul:

"Come dance with us beneith the moon

We dance in the night, twelve hours past noon

Upon the wings of a silent dream, I come to offer you this,

Come chant with us within the mist, inside the relm of mortal bliss

And we shall sing for you, and we shall sing for you,

Until the sun reflects its rays apon the mornings dew."

Thank you for reading! J