Whilst dancing freely o'er the dewy fields, as pixie moonbeams leapt 'round us to and fro, we chanced to hear the wisp of angels' wings, as they brought their host down to the earth below. We stopped perchance to catch a glimpse, of the oft dreamt of creatures we'd denied, such things as weren't fashion were easier to dismiss, an open scoff could easily mask the truths that lay inside. On muted steps with muffled breath, we traced the wooded path from where the wings had ceased, in hopes to find what ne'er we would have sought, for never do you seek what stern belief claims could never be. Yet, so sure were we the sound we heard was real, though in our hearts we tried to hold fast our old beliefs, in one breath our tongues did all our old truths repeal, and with the next, speak new truths as if they'd been our only creed. Such frivolous acts we'd played tonight, t'were better that we sought a higher path, our minds now full of ...