It's hard to pick up her dance again.Loneliness haunts.And it is scary how she feels moody.Lifeless.

She thinks about the Dark Knight.And stops.Ideal is he.But they never shared such luck.

She thinks about the Elf.What does she really feel for him?For sure it is far from what she feels for the Prince.Even the Dark Knight.And it seems that it doesn't matter anymore because the Elf himself seems to be moving away slowly.Maybe she should just let him go since her wings take her everywhere but to him.

The Fairy's tea-mates.Once who shared her laughter and tears.Who joined to dance together.All immersed in their own dance.Who can tell that the Fairy needs them?

The Prince.How can she get over him entirely?Ever.Nothing was wrong with the two of them.Then why does it have to be like this?And why is she still questioning such.Haven't she been coping well all these time?Guess this is surprising herself as well.She thought she had everything under control.She thought she was ready to dance again.

In defence of her faith,this love affair was sacrificed.For the One who knows all.And if she had to do this again,she'd make the same sacrifice.For the One who knows all is far too magnificent.Glory is what He deserves and glory is what the Fairy wants to give to Him.

Being lifeless doesn't give Him glory due.She really is trying to pick up her dance again.And the One who knows all will be her Help.Her Guide.Her Light.Her Truth.

prancing to your tune
5:19 AM

The Little Fairy of the Pea
"Like a moth to a flame.Burnt by the fire."

Come close enough.

Her air,

Her poise,

Her stance of like,

Who isn't mesmerized by the Fairy's dance?

She flutters her wings,

Dances amidst the crowd,

Sucked deep into the euphoria.

She basks in the aura of its trance,

Its delirium.

Skipping,

Smiling impishly.

The world is the fairy's playground,

Her troubles hidden away beneath her wings.

Now, who won't be mesmerized by the fairy's dance?

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Flitting through the woods On wings of gossamer

The Elfin Queen Sparkles with the magic Of the woodlands

She's rarely seen By you or I

Tho if you listen

Carefully Her song is carried by the breeze,

A tinkle of bells To charm and please

and welcome you to the sunny dells

Watch the Fairydance

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