#westburyfaerycontest
She can only sit still for so long,
for if she moves, the glitter tails behind in a silver dust.
She stays and waits,
waits for someone like her.
The others are too different and wouldn't understand.
She waits in the cold, misty forest.
She anticipates the arrival of a similar.
The darkness wouldn't be so dark then,
Maybe the chill in the air could peacefully sleep.
Maybe she could peacefully sleep.
Her heart grows cold.
Her body grows weak.
Out of desperation,
she leaves.
Leaves behind her cool home,
In search of something to warm her;
For she's almost frozen,
alone.
Everyone around is too different,
no one else has trails of silver glitter.
No one has small fluttering wings.
No one is like her.
She feels isolated and soul less.
She lay her wings to a final rest.
All alone he thought he was.
For until, he spotted a silver glistening path that was not his.
He gathered up all and went forth.
He watched the glittering light grow weak,
...and dim.
Until it was gone.
And in that moment,
he too,
felt the twinkle of gold,
leave him.
