Last Night I Walked...

Last night I walked where the fairies live.  Tall ice castles brilliant to behold.
The light of the moon cast a golden haze
Reminiscent of the end of days

Last night I walked where the fairies live.  Wandering the path of winter's fold.
The enchanted realm watched silently.
From trees that had fallen violently

Last night I walked where the fairies live - feeling warm inside the cold.
The cynic scoffed but they laughed at him. 
They played with her hair and delayed the wind.

Until time came for the walk to end - the memory of which, now told.