Midsummer lighted in the night

We have always been,

seers, and storytellers.

We always noticed

when the time is ripe.

Somewhere waiting for thirsty souls

need of refreshing the soul food.

Midsummer lighted night,

the purring of magic-talented 

cunning straddle carrier.

Spinning magic of the network to prey on

small delicate fairies.

Inside the stories grow,

the beginning of the ages.

From the Finnish mainland rose

from the sea. Then lived in

a fairy tale characters

full blade itself. Elves ruled,

trolls intimidated, and forests were

full of life.

Gnomes were awesome, power

fought for the light, and darkness the people.

Then were born the poems singers,

storytellers.

We were there when the primitive

circumstances, people fought for life.

So were spent in the beautiful summer nights

through the centuries.

Stories continued their 

march through word of mouth.

Until some of them up was collected,

annexed to the Kalevala.