Between the night and the day beyond <br />along the banks of the Pixies’ Pond <br />the Banshees break their sacred bond <br />and make their way back home <br /> <br />Their Spirit screams evoke a time <br />of death and suffering, so sublime <br />of funeral pyres too steep to climb <br />The playgrounds of the Great King Gnome <br /> <br />Commander of all Armies Black <br />whose signal launches swift attack <br />on every soul who turns their back <br />who through seductive shadows roam <br /> <br />Beware his talon as it sways <br />across the judgements of our days <br />lest for his tune, your piper pays <br />for all eternity to come.<br /><br />Dan Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/did-you-know-that-not-all-gnomes-sit-still-in-your-gardens/
