Late at night under the moon Celebrated by the evening sounds Of the creatures singing to Mani I went out to the hazel wood Because their was a fire in my head Lit by the fairy folk Who come to take children away Barefoot in my night gown Like a whisper in the eve I go to that secret place To dance with Queen Mab With laughter and joy All the memories of the glen Fading with each twirl Still they tell tales Of the girl in the hazel wood Where on full moon nights You can still hear her giggles Carried by the rustling leaves Through the evening air
Inspired by the prompt here:
