The Satyr's Ending

Most happy the couple were…

Alas! He decided to knock there

At dark midnight he awoke

Roused by the call of the wolf

Unto a lake he went

With eyes closed, to better repent

The fireflies his guide were

They guideth him to the quiet lake 

And he danced, in the watery hell

His absence made her awake

Hurry! Hurry! It might be too late 

What she found left her in tears

And the sweet music eased her fears

Dancing at the will o’ the wisps

Enclosed by the elves’ ring

Beastly skeletons and banshees sing

All at the music of the satyr’s string

Alone he was not, other people were found

“Why leave the fantasy? Why leave the dreams?”

They are better under his wing

And they will dance, till next Samhain

Eyes closed, for no awakening

"Dost thou dislike thy life?"

Leave it to the dreams... It is my right