The lantern swings above the door
on this a night in May,
the path is lit, for fairy lore
they gather here today.
All fairies, pixies, elves and gnomes
salute the amber moon,
spells are woven in their homes
they sing an ancient tune.
Forgiveness for their sins and crimes
though magic folk are good,
protection for the future times
here deep within the wood.

Lita










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