::: Revelry :::

I sat upon some tree-trunk
While waiting for my Gold
Promised me by elfins, goblins young and old
I’d followed them to forest glen, their magic to behold

They bid me stay for just a while
And I would come to see
The treasures now, and later still
That they could offer me

Round campfire bright
They danced and sang
This tiny elfin lot
And presently I found myself
In their tiny elfin pot

Written by: ~ Ngaio Beck

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