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Her toes were tickled
As she twirled and spun
Singing her song to awaken the
trees
and guide the warmth of the
moon’s kiss
to the deepest parts of things
In the distance, there were
sharp sounds
Sounds of metal, death,
crashing unconnected steps
And so she hung to the tips of
the deepest underbrush
While the battle raged
Her muscles quivered
Beneath her gossamer gown
As she prepared to venture
nearer the place
Where the crashing ended
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Eyes mostly closed
She saw the form at the base of
her tree
As clear as if it were in
midday sunshine
Mouth softly parted to taste
The air changes
She licked her lips in silent
sorrow
At the iron ice of blood song
Nostrils flared, she sniffed,
slow and deep
And olfactory filters
Sent the minute, lingering memory
Of a large form falling,
dragging, crawling
Her feet caressed each dent
he’d left
Following the path his body had
carved
And every inch of fairy blood
flowing
Beneath her glowing ivory skin
sang a song of
Sorrow at the pain he wore
Like an aura shroud, covered
every bit of all of him
This one, he was not like other
humans.
This one, she might just fix,
If her powers allowed
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And his armor is as white as ghostly night
gallows
gleaming
in moonlight madness
kissed and cracked, dented and viscously
attacked
yet whole
his blood comes
from places unprotected
so she tiptoes
sends out her heart to search
hair to hear
and fingers to feed
upon his dreams
they fill her
touch her
sing songs so sweet the Seraphim
tremble
in sorrow and desperation for surcease.
Thus her only recourse
is breath.
She leans in
breaths in
and breaks while she breathes
a light leaving her lips
and entering his.
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till LIght fades and falls into
more light
and dew dances on lashes
his armor is aside
his pain is, for now, aside
he dreams
And there are words
Like sunset songs
There are oaths, promises
explanations
For barefoot faeries
titles and times, battles and barriers
are next to nothing
There is connection.
There is belief.
There is trust
One to another, trust where there has
rarely been before.
And there is passion.
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To the Fae
when these worlds touch
you touch back
for there is magic there
And so she did
And Aine sang
and midsummer melted into the worlds that
gave wing to her feet
and she told him he was bound to her
and she was pledged to him
and he smiled.
So
she gave him her name
and she kissed him
and danced away on drew drops to the tops
of
every tree
