I was but a wisp of a child
When the fairies played
Tag at my bedside.
Even then they glowed
like fireflies in the night.
soon they took me out
On adventures as the house slept
To see princesses and knights
enchantments and spells.
They told me not to open
the book of fairy tales
For the stories therein
would ruin my imagination.
One rainy night I was bored
my mother came to sit by me
She read me a story
once upon a time.
The fairies hated the rain you know
but I never saw them again.