Star FairyOh! Hello, Good Morrow, Snow-Star Fairy by darkhappines
I didn't expect to see you today...
You Fairies of ice that dance and flow-
beckon me, "Come outside to play",
'Cross my window sill you sway.
Where beyond the snows flow, and the winter's winds blow
Where past: the old blood flowed, and old crows crowed.
Where present: the old crow crows, and the blood still flows.
Where through the reaper sows and beyond only god knows.
On the in-side-out-outside I see you take flight, true, despite
life-tethered, blight-weathered, burnt-white-feathered wings. They still glow-
a sight, bright, anew, on a pale moonlight lit night, blue
Even in the crowds of dark clouds that float, flow and grow.
...a reach to the heavens...
Beautiful Fae, Let it stay.
Jay of May; stay away.
Quiet, I pray.
Take me, now, away from fear-
Take me near a less queer sphere.
Fly me far away from here.
Fly me way high past 'up there';
Fly me high way up where, gay,
there, in fair skies; To new heights I'd play;
Far and wide.
Into Yarhar'GulChildren, schoolbound, with crows and the leavesInto Yarhar'Gul by darkhappines
sound through stiff trees, old, with a stiff breeze, cool
as a mother's spooled scarf, from cold necks, flees
and, through the fence slips, into Yahar'gül.
Blood-orange rust on black-iron bars
made blood-red from the fools
who wonder how sharp th' olde goth gate be,
that doth see entrance to Yahar'gül.
Nimble hands- they climb high- fly, and land on charred grass
in Yar'Gül', where their little hawk eyes spy, the Grand
Cathedral, with moonglown black-yellow-red-stained glass.
Inside where their poor old mother's white scarf did land.
Coarse chords ring forth with force,
the Choir sings the golden rules.
Hoarse corpse's fugue the source,
in the pews of Yahar'gül.
An altar with a slaughtered Ghoul,
a Devil's fist, an Angel's wing,
an 11-year aged vial of nightmare-fuel,
A mother's scarf, a Hunter's things.
Nimble feet cross 'cross floorboards-
creaking to their demise.
A crooked man, clicking closed the door,