A Sliver of Silver Hidden In Deep Woods
A sliver of silver was discreetly hidden deep in strange woods
Not found for century after century, compounding herself
Dropping coin babies into a hidden crèche in light of moon.
Waiting for the right faerie to come by, with a magic touch.
She had to be pure of heart, loving, giving and brave.
Willing to share the treasure with the animals of the forest.
Building them a refuge and sanctuary, to last generations.
Eight hundred and fifty-nine years have passed; silver annoyed.
For she has disregarded thousands of faeries who were not enough.
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