Literature
Fairy Dust.
A smattering of fairy dust was all she longed for,
A taste of freedom, desire...
Oh how she wanted to be desired.
How common she was, though,
Merely a young maiden.
What if love never came her way?
For how long would this loneliness stay?
In the forest one day, her dreams began to unfold
A fairy, she found, dancing upon the dew-misted leaves,
Softly prancing,
So mystical, entrancing.
It was then that the maiden made her wish,
One that the fairy had heard many times;
Begrudgingly, the creature accepted this wish,
One which she knew she should have denied.
On needles and pins, the young woman waited,
So eager, excited, so intensely bated