Day Has Gone

I

Once under the oppressive rays of Spring,
Faeries, elves, and gnomes did play,
Never fretting or worrying about a thing,
They frolicked careless in the light of day.
They laughed at jokes and sang their songs,
All throughout the days,
Paying little heed that sun has gone,
Along with its oppressive rays.
Now dark is here, no more sun,
To hold our people at bay,
Now is our time to laugh and have fun,
Now is our time to play.
The faeries scream, the elves cry, the gnomes gasp in fright
For all that is good and wholesome is twisted with the fall of night.