I wrote this for my fantasy book. It is the song the elves sing at eventide.

 

“The sun has set, the Western sky

glows with a lingering light.

Night is climbing in the east,

dark sky sprinkled with stars.

It is the Between time-

Between day and night,

Between waking and sleeping,

Between life and death.

It is the time when the spirits wander,

a time when we must take care.

Some spirits, vengeful, will harm

those who travel, unwary;

capture them, and take them Between.

We sing to warn them away,

tell them we are on watch,

they cannot take us.

We sing, too, to the spirits of those

We have loved, who have gone, saying

“come close, we would feel your presence,

hear your lost voices once again.”

Our time with them is too short

as night takes over and day fades,

and the door Between closes.

Someday we will pass through

that door. And we will go into the

Land of the West, and be with them again-

Between.”