Who deems themselves worthy to assume,
That we are not real, the Fae folk & Mer,
We simply hide in forests & moonlit cove,
Where there is beauty & greenery we take refuge,
We bless your garden for honey and milk,
Until the spell is broken & Nature undone,
Burning woodlands and bullets to the hunt,
Fairies fleeing in numbers beyond reckoning,
No longer left alone in songs & hymns,
Mountains & woodlands reshaped in twisted sport,
Blessed be those who believe in magic,
Bless them quick for time is short