The moon glowed,
The lake sparkled.
It was all beautiful to baffle.

Figures danced into view,
bounding beyond their limits.
They knew this trance.

The lake was their call,
As was their mother.
Nature has its ways,
It knows one another.

The children hath danced before,
Careless and free.

Free from the chains,
That bound their souls to be.

Soul is a strong spirit,
It will persevere.
Beyond that limit,
Your explosive sphere.

Look into the lake,
With your glowing eyes.

Accept thy fate,
to become a firefly.

Wings spring,
Cries laugh.
You fly above the surface,
Free as a hawk.

The winged ones are hidden,
Beyond the world today.
They are Elves, Sprites
Of mythology today.