Did You Know That, Not All Gnomes Sit Still In Your Gardens? Poem by Dan Reynolds

Between the night and the day beyond
along the banks of the Pixies’ Pond
the Banshees break their sacred bond
and make their way back home

Their Spirit screams evoke a time
of death and suffering, so sublime
of funeral pyres too steep to climb
The playgrounds of the Great King Gnome

Commander of all Armies Black
whose signal launches swift attack
on every soul who turns their back
who through seductive shadows roam

Beware his talon as it sways
across the judgements of our days
lest for his tune, your piper pays
for all eternity to come.