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 THE MEETING (Free Style)




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~The Meeting~
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It was very early the next morning,
When the clock woke me up from my wonderful sleep.
I summoned all my strength to get up from bed.
All night my sleep had been so restful and deep

I took a quick shower and put on my nicest clothes
This morning I was to meet the Faerie Queen again
I had a cup of tea and some delicious breakfast served
Before I rushed to the throne room to meet the Queen

I got there exactly five minutes before I was due
The Queen appeared before me in a flash of blue light
Some of her ladies in waiting were there with her too
The whole scene was so magically beautiful and bright

The fairies in spite of this serious matter were happy
They talked and danced.Some were singing sweet songs.
They were some problems in Fairyland that needed our attention
Right away.We needed to find solutions before too long

The Queen and I talked for a while and revised the whole situation.
After almost three hours of  talking and exchanging different views.
We came up at last with what we thought was a very good idea
But still we were very concern about the council opinions too

We got up and decided to call upon the rest of the group then
The fairy counsel had been waiting for us right in the next room
This selective group consisted of fairies,gnomes,pixies, leprachauns
When the Queen entered the room everybody went quiet like in a tomb

She came in with her ladies in waiting who were so beautiful too
These are very special fairies who are chosen for this job at an early young age.
They start their training at age thirteen and continue on till they're twenty-five
Since fairies have very a long life, a little much longer than most of us gnomes

Now everybody in the Blue Room was waiting for the Faerie Queen to speak
They were all comfortably sitted around the precious jeweled royal throne
The Faerie Queen and I exchanged another undetected signal of approval
She raised her beautiful hand and smiled as she got ready now to speak.


Story(story-poem) to be continued in the next Faerieland poem titled:"The Decision".

This is the sequel to "Summons from the Faerie Queen"-





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