Hail to you, my unseen & special friends,
To you all, who live in lands of let´s
pretend,
To you, with breast of man & hind of
beast,
Of blowing pipes, announcing verdant feast.
Hail to you in woods, of hirsute brow &
curly horn,
To you, of cloven hoof & betwixt two
worlds born,
To you in forest, with tiny wings of light
& flighty flit,
Tiptoeing upon musted old toadstools,
trippety trip.
Hail to you, of black leather skin stretched
taut & tight,
To all of you, of Gothic tombstone & so
afraid of light,
To you in shadow, of creeping claw, talon
& slimy scale,
Traipsing through fabled books & rumours,
leaving pale.
Hail to you, all from ancient tales &
stories, yet unseen,
To you all, of old myths & legends, &
of all that´s been,
Through life, I´ve seen you all & with my
heart, believe,
And within my memories, you shall never ever
leave.
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