Laughter heard in the dead of night,
deep in the forest one could see a faint light,
drawn to the shadows of the wooded glen,
an enchanting gathering takes place here every now and again.
Creeping silently in the dark,
the crisp air, the smell of aged bark,
one glance and it's clear,
it's the pixie's time of year.
One large circle of mushrooms in a meadow,
broken twigs laid out, making a dainty shadow,
spiderwebs laced around flowers and leaves,
now the faeries crawl down from the very tall trees.
Translucent skin, they're white as snowflakes,
swiftly moving as each body awakes,
they greet each other, kisses on the cheek,
each one with their outfits, looking very unique.
Pale skin giving off a faint glow,
not one of them looking above or below,
all concentration on right here and now,
no limit put on the laughter they allow.
Bare feet glide through the dewy green grass,
their eyes burning bright with each song as they pass,
the dancing seems to go on forever,
their rhymes are so funny, so tricky, so clever.
The most mystical thing one could lay eyes on,
the dancing faeries from night until dawn,
no more joy in the world could ever be seen,
than with these pixies twinkling eternally.
i just really love faeries. i wrote it mostly for faeries but i guess it also reminds me of rach. i think you were a faerie once rach. me too i was too.