Lives of the Faerie

Sparkling lights, iridescent wings,
They are of the tiny things.
Hairs of silver, eyes of gold,
Not accepting to their fold.
Mischievous natures, playing tricks,
They live in a world in betwixt.
Enter their Circle you may go
But never again know friend nor foe.
Some are evil; Some are good.
Do not mix them like you would.
Sparkling lights, iridescent wings,
They are of the tiny things.