A GOTH FAIRY POEM
storys of unknown and a sprite here and there.
the eyes of the elves, so very, very fair.
pixie dust and unicorns.
beautiful roses with deadly thorns.
I wander through a word so tragic.
I wander through a world of magic.
what comes next is what i fear,
as the sirens sing I'm drawn neer.
They pull me in and say goodbye.
Noone heard my desperate cry.
So it has come to this and the pixies helped me not.
just a little magic is what my heart saught.
But watch out the faries bite,
and ogars arent a prettey sight.
stay away from the waters rim.
or your fate will soon be grim.
you will quickly die,
when the sirens cry
