Spritely Creatures of the Night

Whisper light

They float in the

Darkness of each night

Whilst making

Gardens semi-bright.

Mischievous,

Mystical

Little sprites.

Exuding

Auras of delight

Their flights,

A tapestry spun

In the obscured night,

Amidst all else

They blossom,

Consuming at first sight.

Whispers echo

In the gust of wind,

Delicate blossoms

Open to receive

Cryptic showers,

Enlightenment is perceived

In each display of

Pixie dust they weave.

Visions of dimmed light

Obscured by the night

Some fair, some small,

Some large, some tall.

They flit, they fly

Amongst the special chosen few

Spreading strands of magic

To the world anew.

Alluring, divine

Creatures of the Fay,

If they perchance to

Fly your way,

Know they surely bring

An ease of days

Whilst showering

Fortunes utterly sublime.