Silver glints in golden mist
upon the wings of pixies wisps
creatures sleep silently in the trees
as elves walk, skip, and weave
song is heard on the wind
as a hymn of joy swims
for this is the land of old
were dragons and kings live and grow
and finally when the song subsidies
the moon will glow upon the night
quite sounds will flow through the air
as spirits dance here and there
and finally in elegant display
will come out the moon Princess to play
for here she is in final last
the Princess of the fantasy land
Her name is spoken by all forms
in truth in hope in glories love
and finally when the sun awakes
the elves arise to again take
this elegant land from the moon
and give it back to the elegant groom...
