Did You Know?: Only certain people can see faeries. This gift is called "Faery Sight". All cats have Faery Sight by nature. Cats are very jealous of faeries. If you want to know where the faeries live in your house, follow your cat. If you make a tea of marigold flowers and wash your eyelids with it, you may see faeries. Midsummer Eve, at twilight, is the best time to see faeries. Look for faeries where Oak Trees grow. "Faery folks live in Old Oaks." Unicorns live in apple orchards. Some bad faeries steal babies and relpace them with faery babies. These are called "changelings." Faeries are attracted to bowls of milk. barley, Faeries are very fearful of anything made of iron. Faeries wear clothing made of foxglove flowers. Foxglove is also called "faerie's petticoats". A circle of mushrooms is called a faery circle, a sure sign of faery activity. Sometimes faeries disguise themselves as dragonflies, rabbits, wrens, deer or bees. Yellow butterflies are messengers from Faerieland. A stone with a ring around it is called a faery stone and holds much magic. So is a stone with a hole through it. The Queen of the Faeries is called Queen Maeve, her other names are Mab and Mabd. Sometimes faeries will lead you to be lost. This is called being "pixie-led". Fairies at Night Translucent wings fluttering silver and gold Upon waiting flowers and petals that fold Fairies approaching at night's darkest hour Listening to children sing songs with desire These precious selections are favourites to them Breathing new life, which is a most treasured gem Happiness reigns high as they dance joyous tunes Silhouettes seen flying, swiftly pass by the moon Fluttering Wings Sparks with fine glitter of showery streams Brighten dark meadows and deep forest greens Echoing elves whose soft voices are pure Above rustling leaves, one hears every word Fairies that fly over neighboring ponds Search high and low til they hear children's songs Depths of still darkness awake with these nymphs As they flutter their wings to great new lengths Guiding as torches, glow bright from afar As do the sun's rays or lights from a car Wings very thin as from silk or fine thread Fluttering at night, whilst most are in be d Garden Fairies Squirrels and rabbits are welcomed, indeed Protecting fairies fulfilling their deeds Whilst gnomes in a garden fetch a bad name Frightening plenty; but not to draw shame Fairies are quick as they fly high above Flowerbeds sleeping; their petals are numb Silk woven cobwebs of spiders thin thread Capturing insects until they are dead Fairies sip water where dewdrops have formed Quenching their thirst on the day they are born Frogs signal them in by croaking a song Wings quickly flash, flying over the pond Precious Songs Night cries from children that await the dawn Wishing on stars that reflect precious songs Twilight's the window that dims into dark As the moon hangs brightly so white and stark Nymph fairies fly between flowers and plants Then flee to the forest to sing and dance Gnomes and hob-goblins await behind trees Hoping to capture and own one of these Each fairy is quick and lights her own way Fluttering her wings as bright as the day Smiles with great laughter as night carries on Then vanishing from view until the next song Winged-Fairies Fairies take flight in an odd little manner They first stand erect, then wave like a banner Their wings stretch out in opposite directions Fluttering quickly, whilst still at attention Very few have witnessed, this intriguing sight A ritual of years, enjoyed with delight Everything they do, is accomplished with love Instinctively it's learned, without push or shove Their garments are woven, silk threads and gold dust With shimmering wings, in a thin silver crust The younger with four; whilst the older, just two Woodland nymps are many, winged-fairies are few Nymph Fairies Waters and woodlands are the homes to such nypmhs Who flee from forests, and arrive at great lengths Not equipped with wings, like fairies in flight Rather, skip on tip toe to fulfill their plight Engaging in dances to long or short tunes Some prefer to sigh, gazing up at the moon So energetic and full of surprises It is no wonder they, come in all sizes Shorter ones, taller ones, older ones and young Skinny ones, chubby ones; all of them have fun Waiting out each day, to frolick during night Nymph fairies are shown how, to stay out of sight A Garden Party Fairies at the end of autumn and in springtime, too May sit awhile to ponder, how little is a few No mincing with the hours, just time to pick at will Faith from above, brings much love, and keeps the short hours, still A clock that ticks, can never lick, the frolick and fun It's not too much, to think it such, what is done, is done Look for rabbits, who love old habits, invite them to tea No need for tartans, they are in your garden, . . fairies A Fairies' Garden It may seem odd, to see a bod, flying from superstition Or may be wise, to think its prize, a rare proof of transition Fairies may be, strange lots to see, but will not fool anyone They're loving and free, frolick with glee, and only seek real fun Look towards the sky, breathe in a big sigh; the clouds, sun and a breeze Pound for pound, the very purest in sounds, comes from winged-fairies They enjoy all sorts of flowers, at any hour, . . .you'll see Living in forests or gardens, no need for pardons, just tea Fairies' Tales Tales of wings and other things, that fill a forest's legend Are said to be, collectively, of fairies not pretention A fairies' plight is ever slight, in words or common phrase The way to tell, is in a shell, below a fog or haze Fairies have wings, many sing, in gardens and deep forests The ones who don't, may say they won't; no need for a chorus Trees that have fallen, may be a column and place to hide From ugly old creatures, who say they are teachers; . . but lie A Rabbit Tea Party Legacies of fairies and nymphs who cannot fly Are told in children's stories; ones that do not lie Deep in the darkest forest, where day looks like night Three rabbits tried their hardest; put up a great fight Two fairies were trapped in soil, mud so very thick They thought real fast, then decided to use a stick The fairies were freed, and thanked all three with some tea That marked the first tea party; . . .rabbits and fairies A Squadron of Fairies Up towards the moon on a dark, windy night Ten fairies were seen, silhouettes in flight Not in Ireland or Wales, nor Scotland's sea T'was over the Channel, flying so free A squadron determined, straight and direct Shimmering, bright wings, and bodies erect To Sherwood Forest, and through the tall trees They flew in formation; with grace and ease Las Hadas Alas que se miran, como los vidrios de cristal No vienen de iglesia, ni son hechas con la sal Pertemecen a las hadas, de bosque o jardín Viven para hoy, sin pensar que habrá algún fin Se reunen en la noche, en la oscuridad Dando luz por los caminos; y eso es verdad Los cuentos e historia o leyenda de la cual Viviendo entre todos, por lo bueno y lo mal Poetry by Leo Valencia, all rights reserved 2004 © Plight and Existence of Fairies During the night, a fairy's light shines bright, but never glaring When in flight, they may seem slight, as wings by which they'recarried With all their might, spell out what's right, and reasons for existence They're simply here, to make things clear, yet must keep their distance No one considers, they're nobody's sitters, but can be friends Triumphs are in forests, where plants are more porous, and like new Fairies may play; but prefer their own way; throughout the dark night Things to discover, before it's uncovered, this is their plight T he Gnome that Moaned Sir Trevor and Lady Anne, followed a plan, that took them deep in the woods They both had surmised, there would be no surprise, and things just seemed as they should Fairies were dancing; a frog was prancing, and a gnome sat there on his own An appearance quite stunning; til the gnome started running, towards them, and moaned The gnome appeared caged, and by then quite enraged, chasing them til they advanced No one had come that close, not even a voice, was heard or given the chance They uttered a scream, then departed that scene and stayed away, . . .forever To this day, no one will stay, near the house that belonged to Anne and Trevor Cats Treating the Fairies Through passages in books, a reader may discover Winged-fairies befriend cats, who offer them good cover Felines who do it right, during the night, truly prowl Think of a fairy's plight, on rainy sites; . . .no towel A cat may convince, but will never mince, words with meows The signal that alerts, shows it really works, . . .with bows A rogue cat, uses a mat, to wipe fairies' wet feet Then, will take care of their needs, through great deeds, as a treat A Fairy's Life Although they are straight; fairies don't mate Nor do they look for a man They're born from ferns or buds that yearn To give birth where they stand It shouldn't bring confusion, nor any delusions That's how they are They live with their traits, without any hate And go quite far They are pure, and so demure Wings light and airy Their lives are charmed, and shouldn't be harmed Life as a fairy Strange Sights are Often Real Fairies seem strange, to the deranged Who look for excuses to fuss It's never the same, to what seem's sane Just a trip in a car or bus The actual scene, is not a dream Just honesty from a very true story To eschew it from, that which gives one fun Is to detach from life in all its glory Forest Gnomes There was a time, before nursery rhymes In tomes of ancient wonder That deep, dark, forest gnomes, never roamed Nor caused great harm or blunder Without a doubt, that was turned about As seen one day by farmers Fairies were taunted, as gnomes wanted No longer were they charmers Nothing but shame, was brought to their name And their plight in the forest Gnomes cannot right, their deeds from that night No one will hear their chorus A Cat is All That through Fairies There's more to one's cat, that makes it just that Or notion or sight of garden fairies Many reside near the flowers beside Rosebuds or plants that may bring berries A cat's tail can predict, what makes us sick Or the weather without any problem It's not an old wives' tale, that makes it such But fairies who have conveyed it to them
Nature's Creatures Faeries gathering to sing Laughter, joy and other things Cats approach on quiet paws Stepping softly without claws Many colours on a pond Three tiered levels and apron Spouts are formed from folded leaves Dripping drops on flowered wreaths Sirene sounds of nature heard Rabbits, foxes, chirping birds Fluted ferns with long, green stems Nature's birth breathes life through them Clouds move by a moonlit sky Windy breezes; cold and dry Felines and Fairies Fairies bring thrills and delight, to the few at night, who watch them roam As cats get the urge, they purge; and watch fairies in gardens at home Cats re-entering the house, open their mouths, and utter loud sounds That is their way to alert; not flirt, rather show what they have found Felines may not speak, as parrots with beaks; but know just what to say Although the message is there, a long stare, may appear rather vague Their tails convey, what they'd like to say, if people would comprehend Without a doubt; no one has figured this out, and cannot pretend Cats and Gnomes Gnomes search the night for fairies In hopes that one will marry They really live underground But they are seen all around These very dwarflike creatures Have ugly, little features Cats don't go near them at all Even painted on a wall Sinister Grins Gnomes' sinister grins, leave twisted chins That utter grunts and moans Usually in caps, red, long and wrapped On heads that are shaped like domes Dull, sharp, yellow teeth, are just beneath A beard that often sways Their dreadful stares, give an awful scare Forcing one to look away Nature's Beauty Depictions of forest greens Beside waterpools sirene God's creatures all share this dream Life prevails beyond each scene Sparks of Faeries shining bright Breaking darkness into light Silk wings of silver and gold Nature's beauty thus; unfolds A Feline's Fear A feline's worst fear not to disperse Sipping fresh water to quench its thirst Is to see gnomes encroaching that space With vengeful deception and disgrace Hideous sneering by these gross runts Whilst emitting foul odors and grunts Keeps rampant disorder by its deeds Invoking fear, to fulfill the need Faeries and Felines Compassion Desires and wishes conveyed in dreams Enriches one's life; but not to extremes Faeries and felines have been friends for life Exchanging the good with undefined strife Each keeps the other from falling away But is there when needed; not just for play Faeries Beginnings Swirling in buds before they're born Are infant fairies in a horn The beauty of this fluted stem Brings forth a treasured, precious gem Amid a calming, sirene pond Welcomed new fairies all belong Winged-Fairies' Site Graceful beauty so sirene Pooling ponds of blue and green Soft voices heard in chorus Within the darkest forests Bright dust of silver and gold Glittering sparks to behold Great gardens enchanting pride Brooks and streams of ebbing tide Flying over plants and trees Soaring high are winged-fairies Lost; but Found Lost in abandon, amid forest trees Enchanted site reigns, . . . majestically Every faerie listens before she speaks To create that special aura; . . . elite Selections that will soothe and draw deep sighs Cats' calmed nerves; that now fills it with a high Beauty abounds in everything that's seen Looking all around; no desire to flee Felines recognise, friendship as a gift Love above all; no chance to cast adrift Faeries befriended cats, and so it goes Compassion was the key that helped it grow Gnomes of a Lesser God Digging hard clay soil, amid rocks and dirt To repair sewers, deep within the earth Are city street workers and other crews With heavy machinery and their tools These excavations expose other sites Like abodes of the gnomes who are dwarflike Their snarling faces and harsh, grunting moans Are the sounds they make, when they're not alone They may remain in them for many years Until they're discovered; then create fear Cats always detect the wicked gnomes' scent And will use their claws, to keep them from gents Gnomes will flee to flower gardens and decks And return when it's done; after they've left Winged-fairies fear gnomes' most horrible creed That fills them with shame and sinister deeds The Feline and Fairy Connection Cats are odd creatures, with intriguing features, that love to play They may be fussy; but are quite trusting; if given their way At night they go prowling, when the wind's howling, to see fairies Gusts swoop them in, on leaves very thin over mountains and seas Their wings carry them far, under stars, during dark, windy nights The closer they get, to land's inlets, stabalizes their flight Fairies and cats, love to chat. This has been going on for ages If felines unlocked, winged-fairies' thoughts; this would start a new rage Gnomes stay clear from cats in their path Gnarled sneers awaken that wrath Beards that hide those hideous grins Makes gnomes mad, which quivers their chin Fairies' First Flight Fairies' wings flutter with grace amid glittering lights As if dust were sprinkled with lightning to make them bright With sparkling flashes, they render a colourful scene In flower gardens and deep, dark forests so sirene It was on the backs of geese, that fairies learned to fly Carrying them over lakes and a lot of ponds nearby Although wings are so different, their purpose is the same Flying above the highest clouds, to return again Unicorns' Sad Saga Unicorns adorn, as stems of noble trees Although obscure, quite pure; inspire and please Their breed indeed, is raised to a strict mark Hence, are conceived from the place; first embarked Stark white in appearance, distant or near A horn of distinction, sharp as a spear Very few of them, are known to exist Offspring killed, were not allowed to resist Forest Unicorns High in the mountains, where it snows all year round Live forest unicorns, who don't make a sound These are survivors, from a slaughtering past Whose young offspring were taken and killed by blasts Poachers who killed them, only wanted their horns Thought to hold magic, from the day they're first born Camouflaged by the snow, these unicorns dwell i Living on islands where temperatures rise Approaching people, they're certain don't lie These faeries are friendly and often speak Rapidly flowing words, pour out quite weak Cats are mystically keen, as bright beams Dutiful to their master's every wish Each may assume, their new life will resume As a faerie, no larger than a dish These cute little felines, making bee lines To be fitted for wings and a long tail Are eager to fly; not knowing quite why Yet their solo flight is done without fai l Gnomes' Effect on Cats As disgusting as it seems, gnomes are quite obscene They pass away the hours, in many gardens with flowers, And see what daylight may bring Gnomes have a bad effect, on cats who appear to reject Their presence and behaviour, which is not at all favoured And no cat is apt to forget A Disappointed Faerie Seems that only yesterday, a faerie looked for Peck She peeked inside the potting room, stretching out her neck Hoping to see that cat lying on a cushion there Its usual place of rest, no reason to beware The faerie didn't find Ms. Peck, just some misplaced treats Instead she found a bloke, full of dust from head to feet Not recognising this man, nor the noise from inside She hid behind a tree stump and vanished at first stride Tayler was in his woodshop, with sawdust everywhere No time for hearing music, nor sitting in his chair Rosemary had been sleeping, and did not hear a peep All she remembered doing, was counting many sheep Faeries' Lullaby to Babies Babies lying in their cribs, cry out for mother's milk Faeries hovering up above, comfort them with silk The soothing, soft scarves they use, pass over baby's face Which lulls them into long, deep sighs, to sleep without haste Birds and Faeries Birds in a forest, like the blue jays and wrens Are fond of faeries, as are little children They join in to wade in the shallowest springs Listening to songs, that faeries' choirs sing Gathering twigs and objects for making nests These feather friendly birds, enjoy a good rest They welcome faeries to visit them in trees In rain, sleet, snow or cold, so that they won't freeze Butterfly Faeries Butterfly faeries possess vivid wings Harmonious sounds, convey songs they sing Various sized panels bordered by veins Just like church windows; colourfully stained The Queen of the tropics, their plant of choice Nurtures strong wings and their soft, speaking voice Faeries' Friends Faeries are particular, with whom they hang around One must keep true to the soul, and also be as sound A cat conveys its wishes, through harmless, honest deeds As harmony does with nature, to maintain its needs A clock that isn't ticking, probably won't alarm Faeries do their picking; by the deeds one does with charm A tea party filled with guests; birds, rabbits, cats and faeries Will begin with nods and bows, not the least contrary Faeries in Sun Brighter than ribbons and sleeker than plums Are wings of faeries, who fly in the sun Tropical islands is where they reside Hibiscus flowers, a safe place to hide Queen of the Tropics, refers to this plant Displayed by colours; that others just can't Some were named to coincide with its hue Like Concorde, Scarletta and Midnight Blue Faeries Ponder Fishing A fishing line's, dangling hook's a sign, that lures its prey of colourful fishes Each tug on these, will alert and please, those waiting to fill their homestyle dishes Lakes and streams, filled by a bounty's dream, rise abundantly to the occasion As faeries wade, under the glorious shade, viewing lines of true persuasion Dingleberries; a Gnome's Delight Garden gnomes forge dingleberries In late autumn to early spring Picked and washed until they're golden Then stored below; sweet, dry and clean Old hollows of Rimu wood trees Underground; such dim light to seed Dwell these gnomes, whose grins are downward And their dark souls; older than weeds Seedy fruit; soft skin to peel off Heavier than a small green lime Succulent and free of insects Each gnome eats one hundred and nine Gnomes that smile, eat these fruits often Snarls and frowns, such a normal sight In the hollows, stored in darkness Dingleberries, a gnome's delight Disenchanted Gnomes Gnomes hesitate to insulate their underground dwellings Raising dust, causes them much fuss, and a lot of yelling They're not keen, on being clean, prefer to sleep on gravel Ears full of wax; their hearing lacks, clear sound during travel Long knitted caps, worn to relax, with faces boasting sneers From dusk til dawn, their clothes stay on, unkempt, disheveled gear It's no surprise, that they despise, rabbits, cats and faeries When left alone, they moan and groan, near gardens and prairies Faeries' Grace Faeries mystically appear. One by one, twinkling their wings; fluttering rapidly, they flash a colourful spectrum of quick, short movements, bringing wonderous excitement. It is easy to see why they entice young and old, alike. Their pleasant display invokes a gracious and gentle manner, which is more than anyone could ever dream or witness. Young Ranchant An apron, fresh soil, and a shovel to plant a garden full of seeds Was all that was needed, when Ranchant took the lead This gnome, felt at home, growing mushrooms in the earth And began each morning, watering his own turf At night, he'd cook rat tails and fishes rolled in dough Then bake them in pies, with the oven set at low It was rare to see Ranchant do nothing; but sit Upon his twenty-third birthday, he chose to quit Those delicious hot pies were made only for him None would be for another, not even by whim Walking by villagers, he would just sneer and moan Young Ranchant decided, to remain at his home The mushrooms he planted so many years before Had grown real big, and were quite difficult to store He sat on them daily to shoo crows from the rest Cursing out words, which caused them to fly to their nests Young Ranchant lived on that Mushroom site eighty years During many storms of rain and snow without fear Before he passed on, he took pies to make amends Handing them to all; including crows and old friends A Gnome's Daily Deeds Gnomes feel at home, when they are alone, to prepare their meal Once every day, they will start to prey, on rats they find with zeal It's tails they seek, for that special treat, then hang them in a row The wiggley ones, rolled in bread or buns, taste great when cooked on Low The flames are fed, with fat, instead of coal or bark from a tree These tails in toast, are better than a roast, if they're prepared with brie A cheese for kings, often brings beans, in lieu of crackers and wine The rats go free, sans tails and feet, and eventually go blind After their main course, there's no remorse for rats who have no tails Gnomes prefer to munch on the boney crunch of feet left in pails The rats are spared, as they sit and stare; motionless and alone Gnomes feed them some wine, two sips they're blind, then kill them with a stone The Age of Laziness Years ago, in late autumn's glow, lived two brothers, both gnomes Yet neither had an inkling, as to how to build a home They burrowed underground in the wood hollows of a tree Beneath the surface of the earth, digging desperately They drank lots of water that poured in from each morning's dew The younger gnome was twenty-one, the older by a few Some socks were found, strewn on the ground, which made snug, warm red caps Two scarecrow's old trousers did the trick, fitting both with slacks An old spade, which didn't fade, was discovered in mid-spring The younger used it to dig a well, and for other things Tending gardens, making holes, shoveling rocks in a row Seeds of worth, were planted in the earth, and evenly sowed At twenty-three, the younger boldly shouted out, "no more!" He put the spade down, and refused to do another chore The neighboring gnome villages heard of this brother's words Henceforth, he was quoted with the phrase, "work is for the birds" Lazy Gnomes Wasting time, resides in minds, who wll not lift a feather Those like gnomes, who stay at home in spite of pleasant weather These loathesome sorts, sit and cavort without stress or worry Their stinky clothes, alert one's nose, to leave in a hurry Gnomes' big feat, when they compete, is to see who eats the most It is presumed, what they consume, is tail of rat in toast No forks or spoons, songs or tunes, just some fat to feed the fire Five tails are spread then rolled in bread and hooked on a coat wire At the end of a meal, they wipe with zeal, their fingers clean Their sleeves are used, until abused, which leaves a bright stained sheen Not washed for years, these shirts bring tears, to one's eyes at first sight It's a shame, they don't take blame, being lazy is their plight Some Gnomes' Livelyhoods Envy, anger, distrust and greed Are shared by gnomes' dastardly deeds Not all, just some, the few who dare To barter with ill-gotten wares One must prepare and take command When gnomes approach waving their hands Fulfilled tasks of successful sales Which leave their victims stunned and pale Selling items not owned by them To humble folk possessing gems In light of what has been relayed Those gnomes rely on bogus trade A Gnomes' Disdain Years in a cove, above a blue, running stream Lived an elderly gnome, awakened by screams The appearance was vague; but muxh more than this Were the sobbing cries that could not be dismissed A girlish figure appeared night after night With cries quite somber, yet laments drew a fright Winged-faeries were summoned and woodland nymphs too To calm the young spirit and bid her adieu Instead, the gnome fled, and was not seen again Which proves that some may bring on their own disdain Many months had gone by without a sound Until some gnomes re-surfaced from underground The lamenting cries and screams had now resumed And not a single one knew just what to do They begged the faeries to make it go away The faeries responded, "none of you should stay" The gnomes decided leaving was their best plight Now they visit gardens, in morning's daylight No one found out why the girl cries such sad tears Yet her long sobbing stops, as gnomes disappear me gustan las hadas tostadas con miel, las preparo por las man~anas para el tio Abdiel Los grititos que escuchamos al hecharlas al aceite Nos causa sonrisas, al darles el machete alitas bonitas cubiertas en sal aveces las hadas se encuentran en el Nopal! La abuelita Maria llego un dia de madrugada nos dijo "muchachas esta casa apesta de hada!" le preparamos un platito, por gusto y sorpresa, caritas, alas, una piernita en mayonesa.. a la abuelita la vimos correr por la calle san miguel y pensamos otravez en las haditas con miel" Las Hadas Doradas Empanadas de hadas atadas Tatemadas en el comal Revanadas con las tales alas Que les faltaba tanta sal Estas benditas hadas con alas No hablaban; ¿ya para qué? El aceite se le salpicaba A la señora y se fué No se arrimen, a estas hadas Ya muy doradas huelen mal Se quemaron con tanto aceite y después se pusieron tal
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Here. This page was last updated: May 7, 2016 Enchanting Scenes Silhouetted figures stand erect in mist so coldForest creatures in the dark; await as night unfoldsMoisture lends its sustenance to nurture plants with careFaeries light the hidden paths; without shining a glare Flower gardens amid trees, create serenitySuch enchanting scenes produce, quiet tranquility Malevolent Gnomes Turbulent tides of turmoil reigned As droves of gnomes returned again Those dwarf-like creatures came to rest Beneath soft earth of mountain crests By the hundreds they'd swarm each night Before daybreak and faeries' light Amidst the dawn, hiding away Awaiting nightfall's dark of day Gretchol's Wisdom Gnomes struggled to find work and make a good home Preferring shade to the sun, which made them moan Picking ripe berries in spring or summer was great By autumn and winter, it would be too late Gretchol asked his young sons to work underground Then had more tasks for family and friends year-round He was kind and fair to those willing to work Would not support horseplay or other odd quirks One day, an argument broke into a fight Those who had triumphed, decided to unite They asked Gretchol to help with their decision To which he said, "if you follow my mission" They agreed for this gnome to show them the way Not thinking that Gretchol would lead them astray His handling of soldiers, was brutal and terse Before each battle, he would grow even worse Swarms by the thousands had now joined this empire Gathering stones and limbs for weapons and fire On their heads were crowns with golden medallions Not for a few; but entire batallions Gretchol breathed fear into all of his armies Looking into his eyes, was quite disarming Few disobeyed his blunt orders or actions Knowing death would be met from their infractions These forces grew until no peace could be had Led by an evil that turned good into bad Intimidating all who dare cross his path Surprising all with delightGretchol's violent anger, unleashed such a wrath It was then a great storm fell upon the land These armies were buried to their necks in sand Being immobile without water or food Forced Gretchol's troubled mind to change its foul mood Praying for help, he vowed never to be bad Those praying beside him, no longer were mad God spared only the ones who promised to care The rest of them perished; or died of despair Gnome Gretchol made good of his promise that day Helping neighbors to care for others and pray To the aged and frail, kids sat at their feet Learning knowledge and wisdom they could repeat Gnomes' Troddened Paths Long, troddened paths; etched in gnomes' deep, footed prints Beneath autumn's moon, such a sight would convince Rustling through fallen piles of sun-baked, dry leaves Crackling sounds are heard, as each step is perceived Squadrons continue their march through the forests Singing in low tones, as that of a chorus And as winter courses this land with a chill Gnomes will return home underground in the hills
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