Fairy Tale

Dancing in the moonlit groves of forests of the deep;
Eerie wisps of whispered music echo through the trees.
Sisters of the dark combine as midnight passes by,
Flitting in the half glow light on wings of pure divine.

Ladies of the wood emerge as songs dwindle to one,
An age old tune of magic as it weaves amongst the throng.
Faeries small twirl in the dark, lighting hidden paths,
Guiding lost souls to a pond that lies beneath the stars.

Daylight breaks above the water, streaming through the leaves,
The chilling silence of the dawn is banished by the winds.
For tis this time of solace that this forest comes to wake,
To celebrate the living - and the dead - within its make.

KC - 4/7/05