Dance. Dance!
Dance round-
On fairy ground.
Sing. Sing!
Sing songs—
Of the coming spring.
Lock your heart
In a secret chest.
Lock your heart,
So you may do what’s best.
Wands.
Wings.
Hands.
Seams.
Dancing on fairy ground.
As the violin does play
The good people come to say
Come. Come!
Come with me.
Come see my fairy tree;
I’ll give you a fairy dream.
Wands.
Wings.
Hands.
Seams.
Dancing on fairy ground.
Now I will tell you a story
old as old can be—
Scraping
Screaming—
In my memory.
When the dawn came
Nothing could be seen;
I could hear her calling,
Calling to me.
The darkness consumed me
As I followed her voice—
I gave in to the option—
Yes,
To dance was my choice.
Now come
Come along
The party is right here
Come along
The king will soon appear.
Bow, darling, bow
For you’re dancing on fairy ground.
About the Creator
Zoe Mize
Somewhere between single and not, sane and insane, and broke and also broke. I like to write, and sometimes I need a break at my desk. I'm a 22 year old just winging it.
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