Twilight

As the day draws to a close and the glooming is upon us The quiet creatures come forth to sing their song and the soft magic rises Fairies start to dance beneath the stars and their music fills the air The elves come forth to tend the forest and glade to walk under the moon Gnomes rise to groom the forest creatures and ted the little birds And man stands bewitched by the sight if he sees believing he has dreamed a dream from beyond the veil