Lay your head on a feathery moss   Freeze your mind and drown in doss   See the places you have never been   Let the magic begin..      Bountiful gilt   Stained the green   Never-ending wilt   Covered the scene   Fanciful shades   Gathered on the glades   Wheezy summertime slowly fades      Mummified grass   Cloaked the lanes   Faint ruddy brass   Coloured the plains   Deep in the haze   A pristine race   Is beginning to sing witching lays      Wonderful ballads are lugging away   You won't be back if you leave the way   Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir   From a nebulous mire   Are they contented or just magnetized?   Enfettered and still mesmerized