The Tribe of Light

For love of flight itself do faeries fly,
And those who call the Tribe of Light their own
In this magic regard are not alone.
With whimsy do they dance beneath the sky.
As east meets west, pagoda circus tents
Arise, while giant cake and candy shell
Provide refreshments and a place to dwell.
For each surprise, they go to great extents.
The secret valley that they call their home
Cannot exist (and maybe should not be).
And yet from all around, there come to see
Adventurers that still the planet roam.
The Tribe of Light is foolish, quaint, and silly too.
And yet for friend or Princess, they will battle true.

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Written while listening to Mysterious Fantasy Music | Magical Glade (2017), uploaded to YouTube by Soul Candle.