Magick

She was a wild thing,

a bird with a broken wing.

born of enchantment,

never part of reality.

she fascinated me

this creature of faery.

 

She was more alive,

and less of life

than anyone I have known.

 

Slumber sweet

'neath grass green earth

below the weeping willow tree,

dearest faery child.

Reviews

[luciddreamer]

oh how I wish to be she :) really good write