The Fey

Sprites light up a darkened wood,

They're rarely ever doing good.

Mischief is the game they play,

Throughout the night, until the day.

Dancing to the beat of a drum,

Elves and gnomes soon shall come.

The party lasts into the night,

Ending with the coming light.

Lasting for years unknown,

Elves and fey, a mystic throne.