I read a book yesterday; 'Some Kind of FairyTale' by Graham Joyce. Entranced I was, ensnared by the mystery and possibility of magic. Through the words on it's pages came this poem.
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Are there faeries in the shadows
A light to cross the candles wane
The land is full of mist and shadows
I'll not see you again
See there were bluebells full of whispers
Fields of light and lakes on fire
Cherries blossomed gold and wicked
I have become a faerie child
Oh, but promise that you'll wait for me
Give no embrace to others arms
For I will fight and cry and bleed
I'll find some way back to your heart
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