• Laying down, beneath the earth, in the darkness below,
    Where the land gives way to stone and the sun cannot glow,
    Live the creatures of fantasy; the folk that most call faire,
    The beings that haunt our sweetest dreams or dance in our nightmares.
    And in the darkness that encompasses all,
    Lives the queen of faerie, with hair the color of fall,
    And eyes that glimmer like the stars above
    With whom many men have fallen in love.
    She sits upon her throne and watches all that we do
    Laughing hard or crying true
    Telling all her servants to while away the days,
    While she but sits upon the throne and says,
    “I’ll say it sadly, and thrice times three;
    What fools dost these mortals be.”