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  • Once upon a time
    In a place that always rhymed

    There was a fairie girl of the forest,
    With bright shining mischievous eyes
    Who wore green and loved to preen
    before a magical mirror pond.
    The heart of a child, the frown of a mother
    with curls of tumbling night
    She played her days and eves away
    Her friends - the rocks, the boughs, the bushes
    The cherry tree and the flower sprays.

    One night she sat it was crystal clear
    As the heavens reflected in the water below
    Thinking of Life and Love and such
    (Cos she also liked to ponder much)
    When she saw a face in her mirror pond
    Twas strange that face, and none like she'd seen before
    Long and graceful, silver and pure
    With a swaying mane and a single horn
    Oh my! It was a unicorn!

    She watched him for a bit silently
    Till seeing how he blew his nose
    The loudest honk, she felt at ease
    No need to pretend, I do the same
    A real problem, to withhold

    Happy to have another there, eager to know and share & hear
    she shyly led His eyes away, to her hidden store
    At first of little fun and laughs and then
    Of mithril, rose petals, thorns and much much more
    I give you my secrets and love and trust
    And in turn he spoke like he never must
    And shared and talked and sang so soft
    From behind his shining mane, came love
    & sweetness and tender payne

    Her eyes welled up just thinking of him
    as he came each night and they played again
    It went on so till she felt her change
    She was sad and happy and the Face still came
    Sometimes twas him and was not she,
    but she stayed put just all the same
    Such a feeling they never felt,
    (almost felt too much to bear)
    One day he felt he must stay, longer than he did before
    Night and day, day and night
    They were so different but felt so right
    She watched him share and heard him say
    Somethings she said and somethings nay

    Till one day when six full moons had waxed and wayned
    It felt like six years in the magic pond
    the Face appeared and was all forlorn
    with great big giant lonely eyes
    He said he loved his Fairie Girl
    Deep in his heart he felt her love unfurl
    But he didn't believe in Fairies ysee
    So she must not exist and he must leave
    Staring at her mirror pond
    All the little Fairie Girl
    could give him was a silver pearl
    Which fell from her cheek and into dust
    For he couldn't touch her sorrowed face
    As she existed in a faraway place
    only her shadow came to the mirror pond
    Earlier to ponder and now for her friend

    She looked at him and his purity
    And said don't say so, I'm still me
    I know it has not been easy
    You are a Unicorn, I'm a Fairie
    It is said we are not real, and yet we feel
    Outside this garden, is a world yet there
    We have much to see as more we share

    He looked at her and thought inside
    I need to think, I need to hide
    She said my friend, you do what must
    I will wait here and say good night
    We are real, and I will fight
    For us, for you, for me and life
    She bade good bye and sat down nigh
    At the magic pond with a lonely sigh
    She missed her friend and looked out west
    Where he flew in from, the sparkling sky
    So passed the Fairie night and day
    Waited for her friend, by the magic pond
    She was confused at what she felt,
    She knew it was strong
    ...but ne'er so her heart hath melt

    She sat and picked at clover leafs
    wondering why her simple heart...
    was wrung with Doubt and Faith's twin assault
    The bushes and rocks came by and by
    and said Fairie Girl, please don't cry
    Let us hide you, perhaps when he comes
    Not finding you, he will want you by and by
    The cherry spray had the same to say
    Offered her the topmost branch
    To sit and peer and wait for he
    To watch his shy peek from the tall golden grass
    (for he sometimes looked at her little pensieve)
    Not finding her there, he will want more
    Such is ancient Unicorn lore

    No she said, wiping her cheeks
    My heart cannot bear such a thought
    A Unicorn looking for a Fairie
    A shy peek and nothing to see
    But an empty promise of a weak heart
    Which runned away, playing games of sight
    Instead, she sat and to the mirror pond
    Left a magic flickering good night.
    Even when tired, angry or sad

    She was their strength for now, her fuel
    Was the love that he gave her, that pretty fool

    Whose hungry eyes, through greedy covetize,
    still to behold the object of their payne:
    with no contentment can themselves suffize,
    but having pine, and having not complayne.

    So I bade thee wish for the fairie girl
    Her love returneth, her Unicorn
    Two so different with the same poet soul
    Twas Fate for them to meet
    For Life is long and nights are weary
    But happiness is simple and can walk along
    And sleep will be deep in the arms of a Fairie
    When she is one with her Unicorn.

    Good night.
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