I never knew how far I'd fallen,
before your gaze fell on me.
My heart started to roar
loud, and thunderous, raging like the sea

I opened my eyes
and to my own surprise
there was no wing to catch me
No silver clad knight
awaiting in soft moonlight
meant to set me free.

I found my love
rifling through keys I had long forgotten
I thought it funny and a bit strange
that my heart may have grown rotten

I was wrong of course it hadn't blackened
as I had often thought
It was never stone nor made of metal
It is still open - just can not be bought

My heart had grown heavy
I had so much to carry
I felt much like Atlas at times
But, truly, I am still a faerie

A pixie, a sprite
a woodland delight
that is as carefree as can be
I still sometimes drown
in unheard sound
just whispers of Reverie

I love my own little world
but I am no longer a little girl
I have put away childish things

Reality seems to have fled
as the streets give up her dead
Hearts mourn as Fae sings.