Springtime Dance

With spring time comes a wicked dream.
On fanciful wings strange visions bring.
A restless sleep,
In slowly creeps
The court of the Elfin-king.
Mad the dance,
The dizzying reel.
Crazed,  his visage grim.
Who opened that door?
A secret path
And let the Elf-king pass?
Soft the Dawn-king breaks the day.
The faery chorus stops the play.
The murderous dance
It ceases at last.
And the night-folk fade away.