I dreamt of fireflies dancing for the splendid lady sprite,
I saw the gnomes pay homeage to this fairy in her plight.
The beams of light could not enrich the abrupt opaqueness of her wings,
The childish games of little people resolved her silence to the abundance of such things.
I know I splept, I must have slept, to witness her sadness and laconic grace,
The mythical lady wore her mournfulness as a veil of bulwark on her face.
To wake, I wanted nothing more, her destitution so enormous and concealed,
She ran through the meadow, she lumbered through the feild.
I then awoke with such relief, to away from the fairy and her flight,
Unitl her resurrection with the flickering fireflies who dare only dance at night.
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