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.
A 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 becoming paradoxial reality.