Darkwood Fairies

Darkwood fairies all live in the moss As they walk through the night Their hats they doff Their very large as big as a moth All are draped in a long dark cloth They never come out from beneath the trees Their names are whispers on the breeze Always to the night they cleave There mystical creatures Whom magic weave They cast their spells by the ringing of bells And have been friends with naughty elves Their the keepers of secrets that no one tells They cleanse the water of deep sunken wells No one knows if their bad or good They never come out from the dark dark wood