Within the trees against the seas, the magic folk retire, upon the dawn of morning light, awoken with desire. Within our notions comfort stretched our dreams within the night, upon a moonbeam into time upon a star in flight. Within our sleep, we wrestled ghosts and demons round the fire, of motions fetched upon a sketch the spirits will inspire. Upon a fairy’s sparkling light, upon a wish we’re cast, upon a blade of eloquence in words before our hearts. Upon all wisdom to thy name in destinies we’ve moved, accomplished with the hands of grace our time will be improved. Upon our words the west winds fight the storm winds from within, the north-east breeze evoking in the light that we begin.