demons.

In the fairy forest,
there was a sprite
who'd dance and sing and laugh;
His voice would sweep
cobwebs away
and sweeten every heart.

And when the time came
between the stars and sun,
in time of diamonds and demons dark,
he'd bring me gifts of joy
and sadness, fear and hope,
yet still with breath unmark'd.

And when he'd end,
eyes bright and warm,
and speak his monologue's last,
lost in the fairytale
I'd break my lips,
and end my voice's fast:

"I would give you
all that you give
to me and my kindred men,
for we take from you and never think
of the empty hands and pockets,
or the effort you must spend.

"I would give you
all that you give,
to me and my kindred men:
the moon in a jar,
to light up your dreams
when the sun has no more to lend.

"I would give you
all that you give,
to me and my kindred men:
the dew that is scattered
o'er the carpeted woodland
to wet your lips again.

"I would give you
all that you give,
and so much more besides;
you are the sun
and the stars and the moon
that cause my demons to hide."