The Fairies

Water the lilies in the pond, gone

Make their stems grow green and fond

Let them bloom, siting on their own

Pour them gin; the fairies are gone

Hear the singing, dead and gone?

C’est la sirène wailing in the dawn

Come to me fairies, water the buds

Make my smile shine upon the studs.

And as the sun gazed, over the stones,

Her soul sank, into the unknown

Torn her cave, une catastrophe

Now only soldiers, hear her wailing,

When there is no one left sailing

Only the fairies, feeding the ailing.

Just someting I wrote yesturday late at night.


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