Over marshy ground, and dark boggy plain,
There dances a light, a flickering flame.
A will-o'-the-wisp, so eerie and bright,
Guiding lost souls through, the darkest of night.
With its ghostly glow, colours blue and green,
It travels about, its sly spectral scene.
A tempting allure, for those who may stray,
Leading from the path, to the land of fay.
But do beware for, this flickering light,
Is not what it seems, in the dead of night.
It's a trickster's game, a malicious sprite,
A devious dance, that leads one at night.
Yet, still it dances, that will-o'-the-wisp,
A haunting sylth sight, that's hard to resist.
A mystery that, captivates the mind,
An enigma of, nature for mankind.
So let it dance forth, that flickering flame,
A reminder of, nature's ancient game.
Symbol of mystery, and wonder untold,
The will-o'-the-wisp, a spectre of old.
