| While we wait, and gather thoughts,
and our stomach, is all tied in knots. Waiting for, the Keeper to arrive, Hoping that he can, help us survive. The faerie world, is in danger, under a shadow, of a dark stranger. The spirits here, are seeking help, while trying not, to let out a yelp. The misty shadows, down the dark path, I feel like an offering, a young calf. As I walk, and look all about, my mind is clouded, in great doubt. The mystery of, this dark man, Who cast a shadow, over our land. keeps us on edge, and fearing all, He seems to be, over ten feet tall. His eyes have, a cast of burning ember, something that I, will always remember. We pray, that we'll get away, so we can live, another day. To help the kids, and all the needy, we never ever try, to be greedy. To play our tricks, and see the laughs, And to give out, some of our crafts. The faerie's seem, to be the best, And now we are being, put to a test. Ah! the keeper, he is our hope, and he can help, us to cope. For with out our love, many will cry, and for some they, will die. You see a spirit faerie, is our friend, and we have them till, we come to the end. |