A Midsummer Night's Dream
Of the tolling bluebells,
The songs to which each mortal yields--
Such sweet, seductive spells.
You’ll join the solstice merriment,
Waltzing amongst flowers.
Amidst twilight hours.
Do cherish that ominous tune,
To which the Faeries dance,
For by the falling of the moon,
You’ll meet macabre romance.
With all the greening earth abloom,
They’ll rob you of a restful tomb.