classic fairy poetry

playing in the meadow,
long past the set of sun
i woke to hear the music
of a thousand little tounges

a wild-light glow aflickering,
i crouched behind a tree,
waiting, breath abated,
there to peep and see

behold! a toupe of fairies,
gathered to a ring
where prance they their fey magic
and their celebrations sing

burning dashing colors,
to my eyes as big as plates
i watched and watched for hours,
till dawn let loose her gates

no one will i tell
for no one will believe
that i saw the fairies dancing
on the night of beltaine's eve

(hehehe, fairies...i believe this probably came from hearing that thing willy wonka said..."up the misty mountian, down the rushy glen, we daren't go a-hunting, for fear of little men..."...been looking at some of these things i posted up here, and i think prehaps i need to do some work on some of them, the phraseing is clumsy...)