Amongst
tresses
of velvet
night upon
the moon
river, she
felt the
echoes
of her
tracing
her fingers
upon the
silvery
water, the
fairy with dark
eyes as bright
as stars
and a heart
purer than
the first
snowfall,
the voice
of her song
glides through
the clear
waters,
and high
into the
wind, letting
the leaves
dance to
her melody,
ethereal is
her barefoot
step through
the mist
shrouded
forest, her
companions
the fawn
and the
birds,
in peace
they lived,
until, a
traveler
arrived,
enchanted
by the soft,
honey breath
of her symphony,
in harmony
they were,
the strums
of his lute
shared with
her voice,
until time
had passed
for the mortal
traveler, and
he left the
forest, the
animals were
saddened
by his leaving,
the fairy flew
to the branch
they sat upon
neighboring
the celestials,
and found a
strand of
silver blonde
hair, it a memory
of her lover,
she returned
to the animals
and had hidden
it within the
earth, which
slept until
the golden
light came
upon there,
and, with
the sun
and the
fairy’s
tears from
her heart, it
was born,
the flower of
Galanthus.
