Irimara

Guarded by golden gates, Inlaid with gems bright; That seem to radiate within, Shine with their own light; Holl and Ivy, Arch the way; To the beauty, Behind the gates; Within the boundaries, Of these woods; Lies a race, Of Magickal air; At peace within, Their own world; For no mortal, Has been there; Young, beautiful, doe-eyed girls, Wood nymphs, frolick through the night; Return to their earthen homes, At signs of morning light; Mermaids, water faeries, Stream through rivers, white; Dragons soar overhead, Protecting each and every life; Elves wonder, Through the groves; Singing the Wild, To humble abodes; Life is perfect, For all those here; This place I see, Every night when I dream.