Last time I said I'd post something cheerier. I lied. I don't do cheery very will. This is another 100 words story. Well, 100 + a few additions I felt were necessary.
Just about anyone who's spent more than an hour in my presence knows that I view the world through a lens of magic. When some people envision magic and faeries, they call up images of golden rainbows and happy Tinkerbells. I adhere to a darker (and to my mind more realistic) idea - that magic is dark and, infinitely dangerous. And faeries, if they're real, rule the world wearing cloaks spun from nightmares.
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In a dark dark wood,
in a dark dark world,
the darkest shadows wove their deepest schemes.
With whispered words they sent songs to the stars
and to every child’s silver dreams.
“Come” they sang
“we’ll dance above the ground
and sew you clothes
made of candle flames”.
“Follow”
they crooned
“our reveling road,
forget your homes,
forget your names”.
And every sleeping child heard
and left their homes for the frozen night.
They stepped and slipped
atop ice and coal,
were kissed by magic
that cut like knives.
When all at last
had reached the stones,
the faeries bloody smiles grew...
and the game began anew
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