By Sylvie-Blaire “Bean” Frey, Chancellor of Regnbue Ætt
Like a shadow in the sunset he creeped in
The world got dark
Yet the darkness had a spark
The wolf hides so the fairy doesn’t see
Thinking “she would be scared of me”
The fairy gleaming with hope
As she swings from the tire hanging by a rope
Humming songs and swinging her legs
The wolf she hope hears her begs
He creeps closer
Taunting the fairy to come closer
She goes to him
And lifts his chin
Leads him to a creek
From there they speak
All through the night into the morn
That strange bond was born
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