Into the Realm of Faerie
It is found without the sun's light of day
Lovely in its delay of seasoned time
Fashioned by the magic of the Old Fay
Committed to the act of nature's crime
Trolls of many in their own wild green hue
And croaking silver frogs beneath the moon
Clear wings of silk that glow with a cold blue
Soft music plays in a wild, serene tune
Mystic swords beholding powerful traits
Crows flutter with the living and the dead
Beyond ruby gates a strange world awaits
Guarded by the nymphs of the wood's dryad
But 'tis not as earthly as the forest
Nor as beauteous as life at its best