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Faeries - Final Part



 



And the being of seven colours



Cloaked in shifting shades of green



Moved quickly through the forest



Certain it could not be seen



For its cloak changed so quickly



Providing a match so very good



To blend with any background



Against which it stood.



 



After aeons of slumber



Had come the waking call



The Faeries were returning



In reply to Gaeia's call



The being of many colours



Sent forth its mind



Arousing from slumber



Others of its kind



 



To arrange a meeting



At the next setting sun



The retaking of Gaeia



Had very near begun



The ships of non existence



Would twinkle into sight



And Gaeia would recover from



The iron wielders long night.



 



A peace would be offered



But any conflicts begun



Would be continue until



Victory had been lost or won.



The Green Planet green again



The atmosphere clean



And majestic forest returned



To where Old Forests had been.



 



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Faeries - Final Part