In the light of the mist
Fairies beat their wings
Keeping time to the bard
As he sings of the past
And they frolic so lithely
Through silver-iced leaves
Keeping time.

At the edge of the earth
Ancient tongues speak of prophecies
And they weave in the dusk
the strongest of spells
That shimmer green, crystal, blue
Pearl jade against the stars.

tale of travels and troubles
From dusk until dawns edge
Shining essences doth our moon
Through silver-iced leaves at noon
Are we not satisfied, but acquainted
with essence of flowers bloom
Time shan't pass in swift fashion
We merely hope.

Draconic siblins doth thou seek
Location inverbarent, unknown
Where the light of the mist is bleak
And wolves howl upon their hills
Lunar lights that guide the blooming
Of fairy wings and flowers unique.
Doth thou we seek not pain and chills.
Vibrant illusiveness of our world
Never [bad word] paradoxial reality.