Dance of the Wood Sprites
Dance of the Wood Sprites
One late night I was staying in the forest
when i heard what sounded like singing
fire crackling and bells ringing
I decided to see what it was
so I quietly climbed the hill
What I saw next gave me a chill
Wood sprites dancing merrily
in the full moonlight were they
about a knee high I would say
Curious I crawled to take a closer look
They were dressed all in leaves and fur
Must be dreaming i thought my head in a blur
Round and round the fire they went
carrying spears bows and such
others in trees numbering much
War dance ,celebration ,I could not say
noticing one that seemed to lead
from a tiny book he began to read
Chanting over and over again
Was it a song or was it a spell
words spoken over again I couldn't tell
Up from my belly I sprang
to turn and run away
The tree before me started to sway
The creature leaped and landed
right before my feet
another and another the song changed beats
Bows were drawn spears pointed too
Angry looks on their faces
up around me fire in blazes
Taken to the leader forced to my knees
he then spoke in some unknown tongue
I noticed a rope from a tree it hung
Slipped around my neck oh so tight
Hands bound and tightly tied
Free myself I couldn't over and again i tried
As the moon slipped slowly over the hill
the night darkened faded to black
I awoke at my site I was back
The sun now shown
what a beautiful day
All a dream I'd have to say
Packing my gear ready to leave
when i felt a tiny cut on my ear
Was it from a tiny wood sprite spear?
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