silver beams and golden dreams, gossamer wings in flight, tiny glows dancing in the night. Mother Moon from above watches with maternal love as her nocturnal children play and dance the night away. Faeries? you ask in your doubt, but of course, can you not feel them about? do not rely on just your eye, search with heart and mind, perhaps you too, a Faerie shall find. here a shimmer, there a glimmer and just maybe a twitch of the eye. was that flicker a Pixie passing by? Elves and Trolls, Trooping Faeries on nightly patrols. the evening is alive and ever will magick thrive as long as the children of the Sidhe dwell in the night, wild and free.