A poem about a broken-hearted fairy. |
My name is Mae. Part of the Fae I am. But be that as it may, I have fallen for a man, And Fae he is not today. I go to his place of rest To invade his dreams for love. My charm, I use my best. Hope, I have, that I am the one To be chosen at the Fest. For at this one day, This day of revelry and spree. The man does choose his bride. Oh Goddess, please let it be me! The day of Fest is here And my love is dressed so fine. The lovely maidens all stand near. Glare at them I do, for ladies, he is mine! The moment has come. He walks among us ladies, so fair And I pray my charm was not undone! He passes me once, I try not to care, But he passes again and I know I have not won. Pretty Lily has caught his eye. Oh what did I do wrong? A voice sounds in my head, “Your charm was nothing but a lie. Forget this human and his lure so strong. Come home child and you will get by.” My heart is heavy, for I have lost this night. My love has chosen another and I feel so lost. I turn to go with my fists held tight, But I know to have him would have been at his cost. And with aching sorrow, I know…I know that Fate has chosen right. |