tell me of the dark songs that seize your very soul
let the words of melancholic poets drip from thy lips
forever i’ll savor their taste with thee
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beautiful and bloody
i would like to just go to the woods in a white frock and dissipate into the mist to live with the fairy queen
I’ll bring you to the woods. we’ll walk through the trees and eat berries, as the thorns scrape our knees and the juice coats our fingers like blood. we’ll sit on the moss covered earth and speak; poetry, song, memories, thoughts - everything we have to offer. when the mosses and ivy have grown up past our knees, our ribs, our neck, only then will you realise that we have spent the last hundred years there, wordlessly pledging ourselves to the soil
in one of those quiet dark nights
you heard of,
I went to my little garden, alone.
I seeked upon forget-me-nots and
daisies and foxgloves
something of meaning.
a glimpse of hope I longed for
in my little botanical chapel,
a sign from the ground promising me love.
then I saw, while pondering, numb
a little sparkle floating above
a little toadstool circle that I did not recall
being there the night before.
‘twas a fairy, I tell you,
and a pretty one at that!
it was little and shy, wearing
a little leaf hat.
it’s wings were as of a dragonfly;
long and pristine,
it’s face like a little cherub,
with cheeks pink and plump,
like as of a child might have been.
I looked at the creature
with awe and delight,
and from the tiny fairy
came a tiny sigh.
it flew towards me and
landed on my nose,
leaving a little pixie dust on
the way it chose to go.
the little one smiled and stood up,
getting close to my ear,
it whispered, it’s soft voice
as sweet as a lollipop;
“O, little lonely man, you musn’t
feel sad, for your little lonely life
is not that bad!
under a roof you nap and
on a gingersnap you nibble
and you can confortably read on the bed that
you sleep on.
but ‘tis not your fault you feel so tormented, so I,
as a gift, a blessing have invented!
with a little magic I have hidden in my pocket,
I’ll have you a-jumping and running like a rocket!’’
though I do not remember the time
that it happened, I’ll tell you;
the fairy was right and did as it promised
since then, a tear I never shed,
nor my legs have stopped me
from bouncing up and down my bed!
ready 2 steal some thimbles from an unknowing human, blissfully repairing a piece of cloth that i, mischievously, ripped apart with my tiny fae hands..,,, will the human scatter around her cottage, searching for her little missing thimble? only time will tell…,,,
I just want fairy wings, fangs, and glowing eyes is that too much to ask ????
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