Light upon a fairy’s castle on the winds of time, upon enchantment of the light the fairies were inclined. Upon the magic wishes paved throughout our mind and sleep, in care to sight the moon in flight in dreams throughout the week. Upon the lantern in the skyline lit to be enhanced, upon the essence of the light the fairies set to dance. In whispers passed upon the threshold within which we pass, the night will lead upon the well in wishes that we ask. Upon the dust that stars will light upon the lucent tines, in flames that wait upon the gate with ghosts upon designs. The west winds favoured south east breeze returns the fall of night, upon the rustle of the leaves the fairies will invite.