She Who Was Born A Forest Fairy

She Who Was....

There was a maiden,

born to the folds of the forest.

To protect from evil,

with steadfast devotion and no rest.

Her butterfly wings,

blue as the sky on a summer's day.

Fluttered behind her sharp as knives,

beware this warrior they say.

Her strange skin is tinted orange

like the glow of a sunset.

But beware this unusual beauty.

Who defeated every foe she's met.

Her hair is as green as the leaves,

that cover the trees when spring blooms.

Her daring wings and quick strike attitude,

has sealed many a foe's dooms.

If you love the forest as does she

then you may not fall harm.

with a kiss to your eyelids,

she can bless you to see the forbidden charm.

Fairytale creatures room the forest,

digging wings and claws into the wood.

You'd never believe if you didn't see,

and I don't think many should.

Her purple eyes are like twilight,

the must beautiful time of day.

But head this tiny creature's warning

and what she has to say!

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Unfinised but here's the first part of the poem!

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nightlight1220's picture

So she's like a 'secret

So she's like a 'secret weapon' of the forest. She uses herself as 'bait' to swallow the ghouls....

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Not necessarily bait. Her

Not necessarily bait. Her beauty just tends to overwhelm most even her foes. Which will be explained whenever I do another poem about her