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
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