rest peacefully, on the royal blanket
of the green, green grass
the faerie ball has come to an end
in mornings blood red light
floating slowly, still groggy
from the nights events
to the little hollows
that they call home
to sleep it off for the next ball tonight
still to come when the moon shows her face
to the world, to give them light
in the dark of night
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