Circles

Magic gilds the path tonight,
Twirling around the lovers.
In the shadows of a turret,
Below where half moon hovers.

Sunrise wakes the trees this morn,
Sending the faeries away.
Tis time for the mortals to come inside,
Come to the forests and play.

As sun beats down upon the ground
And all are hidden well.
A wood nymph young of twenty score
Lies resting in a dell.

Taunting men with beauty and charm,
She whispers into their ears.
Promising fortunes that they'll never see,
Taking away all their fears.

The sun goes down, noon has passed,
Birds in the sky fly home.
Wolves in their packs emerge from their caves,
Ready to hunt and roam.

As darkness resettles over this town,
Lovers return to embrace.
Till dawn comes again, shimmering sunlight,
Revealing this magical place.

KC - 5/7/05