‘Twas very still that eerie night
I first saw fairies dance.
The wind was calm, the moonlight bright.
The figures cloaked in curious light,
by merest chance I watched them prance.
‘Twas very still that eerie night,
and I did give some thought to flight,
my presence here was happenstance.
The wind was calm, the moonlight bright.
I tried to move with all my might,
but stood there frozen, in a trance.
‘Twas very still that eerie night,
it made me mindful of my plight,
a most peculiar circumstance.
The wind was calm, the moonlight bright,
while I had watched this woodland rite,
and not one sprite gave me a glance.
‘Twas very still that eerie night.
The wind was calm, the moonlight bright.
