The mystical Fairies of Mount Sprite.
No one could see them until the veil of night.
They’d swirl through the skies like flies of fire.
Igniting the world of all its desires.
The curious Fairies of Mount Sprite.
Severely warned by the elders to only fly by night.
Daylight was spent in the old willow tree.
Hidden from all danger no safer place to be.
The ignorant Fairies of Mount Sprite.
Young Lance left the tree in daylight.
Wanted to see the world with no veil of night.
All was beautiful until that one faithful night.
The doomed Fairies of Mount Sprite.
A Snapping Drake picked up the scent during Lance’s flight.
Now hungrily awaiting by the tree the veil of night.
The fairies prepare for flight as day turns to night.
The soon extinct Fairies of Mount Sprite.
One by one exiting the tree unaware of such plight.
The Drake sprang to action consuming each fairy in sight
The remaining fairies were crushed with the tree by the left followed by the right.
The once mystical Fairies of Mount Sprite.
Used to light up the sky in the veil of night.
Now every summer were graced with a reminder.
In the form of swirling flies of fire.
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