A deep and familiar silence fell over the land..
Wings flapping and a hush
Infant slumber and such
Soft to the touch
All made of memories
and enchantment
and hope
and trust
Confusion magic and torment all
hanging there
suspended midair
Little fairies now
with their Frozen wings
and such..
What was their rush?
It had all been said before
thousands of lives ago
recited to her cozily
like the lines from a play
Purring and all
You might recall it was thousands of pages long..
And we all know how that story turned out.
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