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Midnight Melody

- Midnight Melody -

Children of the night, be ye proud of thy dark domain�
For in the night is a melody heard, a fair, familiar refrain!
A symphony of shadows, all the bards with silver string,
To decorate their golden lutes, when they come to sing.
From the barrows in the woods, where kings do sleep,
Come the fair folk to the dance, when shadows creep�
Crawling out upon the land, as formless as the air itself,
To meet the spirits who play the music, joy their wealth.
Hear the night birds as they herald the hours appointed,
For the revelry to come, the mad party thusly anointed!
The throne of the queen of the night is prepared swiftly,
So that she might descend, to enjoy her dark symphony.
In the midst of the faerie circle, in the woodland green�
Where meet the paths of many worlds, often in between.

Midnight is for moonlight, and mystic melodies alighting,
Look for a flash in the distance; behold ye the lightning!
Into the faerie circle, the children now gather to dance�
Will they wake the queens of old, with their idle prance?
The panpipes are all a-piping on an errant summer wind,
A sound to heal the sad spirit, a melody meant to mend!
Near the ancient willows where wind the streams of old,
Unto the distant ocean, where the waters all grow cold;
There, astride the gathering dew, many a princess of fey,
Will come to comb her tresses, before the break of day.
See now the queen who comes to her court, a child she,
With golden curls and silken skirts, her lips red as a ruby.
Sitting upon the throne prepared, her face without a care,
The child queen is thus delighted with all before her stare.

Pan the piper dances in the fields, as the children play�
In the faerie circle, where the queens of old hold sway!
Sometimes in the starlight, ye can glimpse all the wonder,
If ye mind not the lightning, and if ye fear not the thunder!
Merry are such dances, in the heat of the month of June,
In the faerie circle, beneath the palest light of the moon�
Come ye now and dance with me as the music is playing,
Don�t let the night�s enchantment go by with thy delaying!
Where the elves with sparkling eyes do waltz so madly�
There no warm mortal heart can remain feeling too sadly.
Whilst I take the hands of the queen and dance in time�
The world spins about us, and we are lost as we climb,
Upon the winds of the night that bear us, circling so high,
That we can touch the stars, and to the moon draw nigh!

Form the circle with the maids, and by the greatest gods,
Let time halt for all the revelers, despite the mighty odds!
Even the crickets keep time to this dance; hear ye they,
Who dwell in the shadows where the owls so often stray!
Let those wise old birds hoot as lustily as we must sing�
We have until morning, when the dawn�s bells firstly ring.
Now come the black dragons: who dance upon the air,
To welcome the fey princesses, with their glistening hair!
All shall be gone with but a blinking of the mortal eye�
The moment the rooster crows, before dawn�s rosy sky.
Enough time yet, for a queen and all her subjects to part,
And for the magic to cease, by the rules of the great art.
Yet ever, something of the enchantment shall linger long,
In the faerie circle, where the melody is still playing on!