Hidden Stories: A Quatrain
For all of me, I do not know,
Why from the sky falls winter snow.
For must be more than clouds and cold
That causes tufts of falling fluff, then melt in suns rays gold.
For, winter t'was once more, you see
Than a sky fogged up in melancholy,
A barren season ruled by these
Silent solemn Night Faeries
Soulless snatchers on lacy wing,
Eerie lovely sirens sing
Luring sailors to their death
And stealing songs from their last breath.
With icy fists. these night fae ruled
And quickly flowing glamour fooled,
Until iron slowly seeping in,
Science masked what once had been,
And now the seasons great imbalance,
Fae must hide their fearsome talents
All swept up and locked away
In stories fading every day.
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