Fairy tale

Deep in the woods, a hall of light,
Where magic waters breathe so still,
In gentle lakes, warm as the night,
The satyr dances with the elves.

The songs of joy are heard around,
And sweet is every breath you take,
The maidens hover off the ground,
Above the flowers, wide awake.

No grief or boredom can be found,
A shelter waits for you inside,
For soothing hands will gather 'round,
To swing the doors of dreaming wide.

Come closer to the clearing's glow,
And look into the swirling swarm,
Like colorless moths, they move so slow,
And dance within a waving storm.

Now hold your breath and do not speak,
The wind is whispering your name,
The shifting soil beneath is weak,
But drive away your fear and shame.

No grief or boredom can be found,
A shelter waits for you inside,
For soothing hands will gather 'round,
To swing the doors of dreaming wide.

Go step ahead, don't be afraid,
Although your feet sink in wet moss,
Reach for the beam of light they made,
The maidens wait to share your loss.

You hear the laughter, dark and sweet,
The Faerie’s flute upon the rose,
It does not matter, you're complete,
The mortal world is left behind,
Your final gasp of air now flows.