Once upon a summer's evening,

Two faeries sat smartly weaving.

One knit a scarf of spider's silk

The other a dress the hue of milk.

The stars shown brightly overhead,

Bright and white and never dead;

The moon glowed like the sun at noon

Highlighting the faeries' loom.

Flowers bloomed despite the time

Little bells of silver chimed.

Tiny creatures slithered past

In the heavy night so vast.

One faery said to the other then,

"What lies beyond yonder glen?"

The other answered calmly saying,

"You mean where all that music's playing?"

"Yes, of course," the first said back,

"Past the old fisherman's shack."

"I do not know," the second replied,

"Put down your loom to there we'll glide."

They fluttered their wings into the air,

Bright with flight, and thin as hair.

It took but only a second 'till

They reached the glen over the hill.

The first said back, "look here, look here!

What wonders come from Cerin's lyre!"

The second laughed and twirled around

His hair flowing beneath his crown.

The first, she danced with him 'till dawn

Until the wan full moon was gone

And when the light of day was shone

The field sat still, empty, alone.