There once was a place,
where no mortal being roamed.
It was shrouded in fog and mystery.
The sky was painted in deep blues and rich purples.
The celebration is held deep within a forest,
composed of ancient twisted trees and thick curtains of moss.
If you somehow earn the favor of the fairies, thou shalt receive an elegant invitation.
'Twill be decorated in gilded gold and smell of fresh flowers,
With the underlying scent of something much more sinister.
The clearing is always covered in a thick cushiony pallet of rose and hyacinth petals,
To hide the decomposing leaves and skeletal remains of previous guests.
There is a wide band of water running along the north edge,
The crystalline surface, hiding all of the bloated bodies and decaying skippers.
The patrons dance draped in shimmering gossamer and exquisite silks.
Their faces are painted with tiger-like eyes and their pink lips are drawn on in a blood red
If you look close enough and focus hard enough,
Their porcelain skin transforms into fading flesh and their eyes became hungry and hollow.
Their polished nails become long, gnarled claws,
And the glamour is lost.
No one ever focuses long though.
The fairies know how to cast many a deceitful charm.
If, not many did, however if you did manage to see through the charms
It might be best not to alert your hosts.
Once they know that you know,
It won't be long before you add a new layer to the corpses coating the river floor.
You may be wondering how I would know such things.
Wouldn't a King know how his annual celebrations play out?
*A/N on my computer I did this is a bunch of different fonts to give it a more dramatic affect (effect? Fuck it) but it didn't work out that way on here so sorry /:
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"I'm just tired"
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I have written throughout my life. I hope you all like them.
