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My friends always wonder why I'm obsessed with faerie (or however you want to spell it) lore and I hope this can help express why mystical things like that appeal to me and so many people....
Fairy
She fits in the palm of my hand
Everything I wish to be in such
A tiny grain of sparkling sand
She makes it seem so easy when it’s so much
Her hair is dazzling red
Almond shaped emeralds shining through
Mesmerizing all those around her away from dread
Head always held high and true
Never hesitant she speaks her mind
And her angelic voice carries for miles
Spreading words of faith beyond her own kind
With confidence and courage in her trials
She cries tears of glass
Always pure and worth every drop
Never wasted on self pity or loneliness
But on desperation and loses she wants to stop
She has her life planned from start to finish
Yet somehow manages to spend hours for fun
She’s fueled by fire that can never diminish
Unlike others who are fueled by envy of someone
I know she's something I’ll never be near
As she hovers gracefully above the dance floor
But as long as I keep her here
I'll know perfection is more than just faerie lore
Why Do They Hide?
They hide in the shadows
Little dancing beads of light
They wish to join us
Wish to dance among us
Not hidden any longer
But they can’t because they gift us
Every emotion we possess is a life altering present
Without them we’d be empty shells
Anger is her own, Joy is her own, Envy is her own
Love is her own, Sad is her own, Passion is her very own,
Everything we express is inspired
By those who hide from us in their own world
Is it out of fear?
No, they fear no one
Anyone that expresses hate
They can be easily manipulated against such thoughts
No, as much as they wish to reach out to us
They don’t want to become us
Everything they are is pure
Untouched, uninfluenced, unchanged, real
That is what they are and wish to remain
That is what separates them from us
In all their radiance, understanding, beauty, and elegance
With all their grace, intelligence, and unadulterated emotion
They are perfect and so very very un-human
Time has shown that though their influence is great
Our negative unnatural one is greater
If we were to know them, see them
Then they would become one of us
Then there would be no point, no cause
No more little protectors, guardians, givers of emotions
They’d have no reason to live
And as empty as we’d be without them
Neither would we
Not my best sorry....
Fairy
She fits in the palm of my hand
Everything I wish to be in such
A tiny grain of sparkling sand
She makes it seem so easy when it’s so much
Her hair is dazzling red
Almond shaped emeralds shining through
Mesmerizing all those around her away from dread
Head always held high and true
Never hesitant she speaks her mind
And her angelic voice carries for miles
Spreading words of faith beyond her own kind
With confidence and courage in her trials
She cries tears of glass
Always pure and worth every drop
Never wasted on self pity or loneliness
But on desperation and loses she wants to stop
She has her life planned from start to finish
Yet somehow manages to spend hours for fun
She’s fueled by fire that can never diminish
Unlike others who are fueled by envy of someone
I know she's something I’ll never be near
As she hovers gracefully above the dance floor
But as long as I keep her here
I'll know perfection is more than just faerie lore
Why Do They Hide?
They hide in the shadows
Little dancing beads of light
They wish to join us
Wish to dance among us
Not hidden any longer
But they can’t because they gift us
Every emotion we possess is a life altering present
Without them we’d be empty shells
Anger is her own, Joy is her own, Envy is her own
Love is her own, Sad is her own, Passion is her very own,
Everything we express is inspired
By those who hide from us in their own world
Is it out of fear?
No, they fear no one
Anyone that expresses hate
They can be easily manipulated against such thoughts
No, as much as they wish to reach out to us
They don’t want to become us
Everything they are is pure
Untouched, uninfluenced, unchanged, real
That is what they are and wish to remain
That is what separates them from us
In all their radiance, understanding, beauty, and elegance
With all their grace, intelligence, and unadulterated emotion
They are perfect and so very very un-human
Time has shown that though their influence is great
Our negative unnatural one is greater
If we were to know them, see them
Then they would become one of us
Then there would be no point, no cause
No more little protectors, guardians, givers of emotions
They’d have no reason to live
And as empty as we’d be without them
Neither would we
Not my best sorry....