The mythical creatures all met one night When the moon was full, big and bright Gathered together – united as one The creatures amassed to share in some fun. The kingdom was alive – haunting and misty Enchanted it was – magical and wispy. Two unicorns stood up high on a cliff-edge And a family of dragons flew, circling a ledge. A solitary faun pawed at the ground Watched by the angels, all standing around. Centaurs were playing with griffins and gnomes Hopscotch, marbles and colouring rune stones. The flames were glowing, hot in the fire Crackling sticks burned fast in the pyre A wizard threw in some mystical powder Which made the fire sparks sound even louder A coven of witches met up with some others Generations of daughters, sisters and mothers. A lute sound filled all creatures’ ears With such beautiful music – passed down through the years From one elf to another – like heirlooms of gold The riches of sounds brought to young and old. The goblins, in particular, favoured it much It tickled their whiskers, ears and such. Late to arrive, was a coach full of fairies They had not long finished the collecting of berries To store for their suppers, for the next few days Delicious, those berries, cooked in so many ways. The imps love them too and so do the pixies In pies, tarts and flans – but best in soup mixes. Daybreak draws near and the creatures are weary Playing all night, making many eyes bleary In a few more hours, humans will be about The creatures must not be seen, there’s no doubt Most people cannot see them, too ignorant, it’s told Yet there are a few, who have insight, so bold And maybe, one day, the creatures will appear To a select few, that the creatures don’t fear But, ‘til that day, the twilight meetings go on Secretly - monthly, until the full moon has gone.
