When Unicorns and Fauns Gather

It's a foggy morning in the woods of the past,
The wizard has woven his spell and left,
All that needs happen now,
To fall upon this ground, the magic spell.
When unicorns and fauns gather and tell,
of the tales of knights and kings.
Regaling each other with the memories,
Of crowns and sceptors and rings;
Of polished armor and clashing steeds,
Spears and swords, and broken reeds,
Men struggle and sweat in fear
Grunts and pain, and blood and tears.
And when the telling was over,
All had drunk of the memory ale,
And all were satisfied with the tales,
They rose and toasted with blackberry wine
How must they missed the old times!