In thickest wood at darkest hour
ancient starlight does empower
Magic’s children to appear
as summer’s solstice draws them near.
In this garden of the moon
where sacred lotus flowers bloom
the well of hope is full and clear
a soul renewed is coming near.
When fireflies by fey are born
a holy oath by them is sworn.
Protect the children lest the fear
their journey now on Gaia’s sphere.
Morning’s close and time is quick
blood runs fast from thorny prick.
New heart beats strong and cries delight
soft night is gone, again there’s light.
With harm to none, baptized by fire
at this the most enchanted hour;
with grace as soft as morning dew
a dream unfolds…and time is new.