The mad piper played the hornpipe br in the evening mist near the fairy glade br and water sprites dances across the lochs waters. br The monster roared from the depth below br in keeping with the tune br and a wolf howled at a hidden moon br on a hill draped with heather. br Owlets awoke with watchful eyes br as their mother swooped from the skies. br The mist rolled down the glen, br then up the hill at the other end. br The castle stood faintly still br as shadows watched from the brow of the hill. br You could not call this the dead of night br with all the watchful eyes hidden from sight. br Still, the mad piper played br his tunes of joyful reverie br while the moon remained br in the mist hidden from sight.