A bed time story, The haunted fairy (1)
It was sad,
An early misty morn.
Dark and vacant,
Old streets,
Forsaken,
They will mourn.
Flickering
candles sloped.
From towers
before the woods.
Under solid walls
of regal abodes.
They crawled down
to pack
joint alleys below.
When shadows
of weary ghosts shimmered
behind listless windows.
Despairing images,
As bills toiled
wistful calls.
over royal hills,
Where trilled
winds of dark angels.
He died!
The old sovereign.
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