Your faeries touch the damp-edged ponds.
The moon is full and stars are bright
You've found here what it always takes
The grass is soft, the air is sweet
Your faeries swim in lucid lakes.
The night pulls on in blighted dreams
You find you have no other choice
Your mind sinks deep in follied fear
Your faeries sing in unsure voice.
The pre-dawn light is grim and veiled
In seething hate and fozen blood
The clouds are harsh and bringing rain
Your faeries sink into the mud.
The sun is rising, the sparrows squawk
Echoing words of mindless fools
You sink into a dark cocoon
Your faeries drown in stagnant pools.
-Astrid Sonia Tieholz -