Things Not Seen

Were-things and witches,
Gnome-men and faeries
Hidden ghosts in the wall
There are things you cannot see
Things unseen by all
A faerie floats right by your ear
And whispers sweet little secrets of theirs
A fire-sprite roasts that 'mallow
And watches like a hawk
The small man rounding the corner
Is not quite what he seems
A few little drops of magical milk
And you'll see what I mean.
A sphinx hovers in your garden
Telling riddles and tales of old
Seers and wise-men walk the streets
In their guises folds.
On and on this poem could run
Scheherazade's life-long dream
But, for now I will conclude
This tale of things not seen.