The Fairy Princess

Happily she comes, enchanted by

light, the thin mirrors of her 

wings giving way to seeds of

promise. She sways back and 

forth, along edges of stained 

glass reflections, hiding her playful 

plight as she goes on. Soft gold 

befalls her face, the lovely shade 

of emerald jewels hiding pearls 

slung across her neck. Songs of

 knights and princesses fall from 

her childish lips. She crosses her 

courts, the memories

never far from

decadence.

She lulls herself to sweet

silence, as she dances within 

the flowers - bluebells for flutes, 

magnolias for violins, soft, pale 

tulips for trumpets, unborn buds 

for drums - the crown she bears 

never falling from her head. A 

crown and a scepter that only she 

commands, she fulfills fortunes, 

caresses wreathes and leaves, and 

fragile wishes she made long

ago. 

She watches them,

yet she sadly

sighs,

but she carries on, her sugary

words guiding the melody of 

her waltz, the limericks of her 

companion not far from her.