Deep beneath the ebon trees
Resides a house of gold
A temple to the fairies
Or so the story’s told
Every night, they sing a tune
That keeps darkness away
While the full light of the moon
Reflects on their display
Many souls have tried to find
This golden house of mirth
But the darkness lurks behind
And pulls them to the earth
Once the darkness claims the flesh
The soul will be set free
Ready to begin afresh
Under the gold marquee
For, with every soul that’s lost
A new fairy arrives
The darkness incurs a cost
For all its stolen lives
And the fairies shall rejoice
As their numbers slowly grow
For they now have a stronger voice
To rebuke the keen shadow
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Published by Erynn Crittenden
In love with the written word, Erynn pursued her passion and graduated from NSU with a degree in Creative Writing in the fall of 2019. Now, she spends her time writing for her website, working as a part-time copywriter, and enjoying the challenges of being a stay-at-home mother.
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