Skipping on eternal breeze,
To never miss a wave.
Drawing up shadows with every single play.
Sleek and silvered shards,
Or crafted wooden canes.
But happiest with ragged sheets of past richer days.
Keeping the world at bay,
Or prying eyes away.
In a lost world maybe there’s another say?
Witness to joy of all first loves,
And the desolation of every loss.
Feeding their life lust from every shade of grey.
Next time you espy,
A lifeless still curtain.
Know that the faerie has long gone away.