Pixies of the night we be
with the rising sun we flee
mischief we live to create
wreaking havoc is so great
upon the fall of the Five
great pleasure came to our lives
such chaos and confusion
a world that fueled our passion
soon others became tricksters
pranks pulled by other mixtures
our reputation had gone
outcasts we were for so long
when peace returns to our home
mischief will be ours alone
The next poem in the series coming Feb 1. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 