When the sun goes down and the twilight calls,
The evil comes to stay
Where faeries play and the dead queen lays
The traveler enters the fray
Not old or wise, quite simple and kind
A message he does bring
Not knowing what horrible things - the faeries, the mushrooms, the water too
Could all bring pain or death to you.
In a land of sleep, in a vise of death
Having ingested a swamp water drink
A mushroom sits that’s once been bit
What a price the traveler paid.
The message hidden, the vines decay
The words that could save a kingdom
And poor King Wendell never knows
Until the magic does hit him.
