The curled up young fairy
On a nacred waterlily
Is curled up a young fairy
Trying to mend her wings
On her clumsy shoulders
Her livid irises are glowing
Delicate tears appear silver
Menacing whispers behind
The cursed webs and the wry branches
The shadow will still find
The curled up young fairy.
I beg , you Shadow
To let me go
Said silently
The young fairy.
But the Shadow
Long big Shadow,
Will still find
The curled up
Young fairy.
