A Treacherous Beauty

Wed, 05/09/2018 - 04:01 -- Penpal

Return to me, O land of hearthstone tales!

Come back, I sing your name. For gone are days

Of yore when knights and fools alike prevail

Against wizards and dragons, led astray

By promises of fame and fortune. Lost

To chaos, fae courts dance beneath the stars

No more and ice queens wrought in starlit frost

Enchant in bedrooms only. From afar,

Their voices echo, distantly as dreams

Between the thresh of sleep and wakefulness.

But now, the danger lies in this: they seem

To call as Sirens do, to curse and bless

A life like theirs and tempt with honeyed words,

To stay a spell, a life for gifts conferred.

 

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