Fae Treasures
Welcome, say the Fae
In their gowns made of mist
Welcome, say the Golems
As they raise their mighty fists
Enter all the mortals
Who weep upon the sight
Enter all the mortals
From a world of endless night
Nothing brings them pleasure
Like a horde of Goblin treasure
Nothing brings them fright
As the Giants angry might
Nothing lights the way
Like the lamplight of the Fae
Nothing brings them sorrow
Like the sun that sinks away
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