Loralei’s green eyes flickered in the dark,
Noticed by males, especially Clark.
She captivated him in every way.
He reminisced about her most of the day.
Truth told, she was totally unaware.
Of his bold prowess, and that he did care.
He came courting and met her stout brothers.
Her grandma and one of her stepmothers.
They put him to work on the family farm.
Let him feed the bull without any harm.
Loralei noticed he was lots of help.
He was strong too, not like a little whelp.
Loralei and Clark promptly fell in love.
A blissful marriage honored from above.
Faerie wing blessings for the believer girl who lives here
In the forest, inside a giant moss-covered hill, surrounded by
delicate mushrooms with dainty stems, and overgrown meat.
Faeries congregate to watch her sleep, through the tiny round
window she clawed out when she first arrived, escaping a mean
man, who was step-fathering her in an unloving way.
Faeries protect her softly, giving her inspiring dreams, and
hopeful poetry, to keep her safe, and to love her softly, and gently.
Leaving wild strawberries, and apples on her doorstep, showering her
with kindness.
Faerie wing blessings are given nightly for all of the innocents who are hurt or maimed or killed by stepfathers or stepmothers. Maybe not body-killed, but soul-killed, by selfishness and greed, or ignorance.
Faeries congregate to float hope and love and optimism into the windows of the gentle-hearted, to keep them dazzling innocent and pretty with their heart-souls, and to nurture them when no one else is doing this.
Faeries step aside quickly when angels are about, as they take over, and whisk the little souls back to the most nurturing place of all, loving them gently......
Hug him,
Comfort him,
Nurture him,
Her guise a sweet yet cunning ruse.
Break him,
Twist him,
Ruin him,
She was my fathers own to choose.
Hold him,
Calm him,
Kiss him,
A joyless game to play.
Drown him,
Choke him,
Smother him,
I almost died that day.
Breath taking,
Promise making,
Seraphim,
Two minds two worlds apart,
Soul faking,
Heart raking,
Psychopath,
I saw this from the start..
On the mirror,
an unexplained word,
tired from long nights,
on long beds,
with strange men;
green,
gray,
copies of themselves...
Snow in sorrow,
a stepmothers love,
burning slow,
in a dying fire,
begging mercy,
for the ugly one...
Down the street,
by the sidewalk,
an open eye,
dead,
like a frozen bullet...