The Faerie.

She fluttered her eyelids,
And opened her eyes.Those eyes,
That spoke volumes.But yet,
They were so frank,so beautiful.
In the heart of the woods,there she lies.

She rose from her slumber,
And looked curiously around.
On a drowsy winter's night
In those soulful woods,ever so dark
And colorless;She wept without a sound.

And the tears slid down her marble skin,
Those ruby lips;She wept.
For all that is good in this world,
For all that is bad,she wept.
And the moonbeams answered her call,as the rest of the world slept.

She trod among the frosted lilies,
With feet as fair as snow;She sang.
Of hope and warmth,and all
That could heal the human heart.
And in her own heart she felt it.She felt the pang.Because she,
Was a lone faerie.

She looked up at the stars so bright,
And wished.Wished she'd never have to be alone.
But alas,the world is a selfish place,
Where no one stops to listen to her melancholy song.
And she still roams among us,asking, "Are you the One?"