Creatures veiled behind a magical cloak,
Of secrets and tales.
With their magical talents and creativity,
It is through fiction,
Legend and saga their magic is weaved.
They are the enchanters of fable,
The guardians of fairy-tales and charms.

In the valley of silence,
Their souls dwell,
Caught in an eternal rift of shadows and light.
As they live and die in the everlasting battle,
They shed tears that glitter upon the glow of the moonlight.
With each death,
Their hearts rage and swell like the sea,
Casting upon us words,
Music, images and fantasy,
Like lost jewels cast from the deep.

And in our dreams,
Like angels they fall,
Fates written, carved in blood.
What is left of their dwindling magic will dance
And scream upon the heavens and earth.
As time goes on,
Their sparks fade within the darkness,
Never again as bright as the stars.
To dust they turn, as they are cast into exile.
Yet, their silver laced songs spread their words of light,
Like angel’s wings on a winter night.

With their power of dreams and fantasy
They pass to us words and songs.
Stories of magic, of faith and hope.
Tales of death and love.
Melodies of romance and anger.
These are written as the stardust falls.
Through perception,
Mind and time their tales have been heard.
Like the thousands of souls trapped within purgatory,
A muse’s enchantment of tales is trapped,
Within the shadows of the mind,
The world, the unseen.

Colors of the rainbow flow through our minds,
Seeping into the depth of our souls.
Sounds and scents flash through us,
Forever trapped within the memory of time.
Since the tender age of imagination,
We have had a hidden muse.
A creature veiled behind a magical cloak of secrets and tales.
A creature so perfect,
That they brought to life our souls.

And through our creations
Angels will fall, fates will be written.
Gods will dance upon the heavens and earth.
Knights will live,
Dragons will breathe again.
Elves and humans will coexist,
Vampires will be champions.
Fantasy is given a new meaning as the time of humans draws on.
Stories of magic, of faith and hope.
Tales of death and love.
Melodies of romance and rage.
These are written as the stardust falls upon their hidden graves.