Burning gardens rising to the air,
So the wind may take them away,
The winterstorm might chase them apart,
Where neither sun nor moon gives light
"All the fairies dance, naked to the rain,
As the lightning strikes their mythic figures"
A dead emotion,
The burning skies stand before me
a twilight stroke me
mesmerised my modest thoughts
The empire of the thousand cosmic lands
The blazing shades of the distant moonlight
At the instant when the midnight has come
the moon haunts the lightening in the dark,
Faerie presence cover the woods,
The nature Celebrates among the wolves
