Fairy Circle

In the middle of the night
In the dark, dark, bright
On the bubbling shore
Dressed in her attire
Sits a fairy by a fire
Upon a little throne
In a circle made of stone
By a child made of gold
On the beach of the day
With seaweed for her robes
While the fire cracks and burns
All the endless night
She is small, she is slight
As we watch from a height
At the fairy light
On the gold that was the beach
While the ocean splits and roars
And the frothy firmament
Twinkles high above our heads
Like curious eyes
Over-shining all
Earth's bubbling shore.