The Place Where Fairies Dance

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Just a simple story of a dream I have been working on

Submitted: March 27, 2018

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The Dance Of Broken Fairies

 

 

Hot Rain covers the field of red lilies where the fairies dance

 

Their dresses made from wet seaweed and wings of cracked stone

 

Steam rises as the rain becomes heavier

 

The once beautiful makeup leakes down there faces like tears

 

It keeps dripping , dripping onto the now dying flowers

 

The flowers shrivel and crumble into hard smooth stone as the fairies wings crack

 

No colour is left in this place

 

No life is left in the dance that I thought once looked so beautiful

 

The way the fairies would move so intricately

 

Like waves

 

They danced as though there were no worries or sorrows

 

The wind would dance with them, moving to help them sor above

 

The dance is now gone and the fairies have turned to stone along with the flowers

 

Both now a bland shade on grey

 

Only the sound of rain smacking against the burning hot stone and the loud thumping of my own heart beat is left to fill my ears

 

I stand alone now

 

No more fairies or friendly wind

 

My skin turns red from the steam

 

?My body drops down to the broken pieces of stone

 

I begin to bleed

 

I bleed from the sharp jagged edges of the crumbled stone that tears at my skin

 

Everyone is gone

 

I lay alone listening to the rain and smelling only rust

 

I weep yet no one hears my cries

 

What happened to the light?

 

I watch my hands begin to turn to stone

 

Young bare skin now cold and lifeless

 

My own once pale body now turning grey

 

My long black hair that spirals no longer black and bonsey

 

Only lifeless and grey

 

As I can no longer move my body I watch the sky

 

I think about how I got here, but I am sadly unable to remember

 

The sky is black filled with blue stars

 

Its closing in on me, the sky is coming closer

 

Stone has almost reached my eyes

 

I cant breath

 

My eyes shut Blackness is all I see

 

One last pathedic lonely tear runs down my face from my pal blue eyes

 

I want to go home

 

Where is home?

 

I try to scream

 

No sound leaves my mouth

 

No inch of me moves

 

I drift away

 

I am gone

 

But my soul

 

My soul will do the dance of broken fairies from above

 

Where no burning rain will reach

 

No fairies wings will crack

 

My soul will dance

 

My soul will dance with the wind from above

 

It will watch the rest of the world crumble at hells gates

 

My soul will dance.

 

 

 

 

By Kaijah Cowles

 


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