Driftwood circles on shifting sand
Mark the place of transient Man
Circles once did warn away
In this time they guide the way
Curious children gather near
To summon things they ought to fear
Seeking there to leave this place
To dwell among the Fairer Race
They are Fantastic, with Fantasy wrought
To steal the things which can't be bought
They are Beautiful, with Beauty unreal
And Glamour to baffle, befuddle and steal
They are Terrific, they beget Terror
Follow not into this error
They love the Hunt, their prey is Man
So run, run as fast as you can
And pray for the coming of the sun
When the spell will be undone
Knowing with the coming of night
The Gentry will put you again to flight
To hide below stairs and under shelves
Praying for the Silence of the Elves
So
If you see circles, keep your space
From the land of the Faerie Race