The joy we feel can not be dampened.
We know the beauty, still…
Even as this work in penned,
People will die and kill.

Our nature twisted by disastrous demons known.
Before, we could only try to imagine these monsters in flesh and bone.
The pixies in the wood do weep.
We that they are really we… and key to felicity.

For who could ever want more than the sweet sound,.
Of singing, dancing, and loving in the green we frolic round?

All you fairies, elves, you creatures of the fey.
Come and fill ours souls with light as bright as day.
We call upon your grace and wit, in these dark and saddened times.
For only grace is fit to ring the bells and sound the chimes.