𓇢𓆸 𓆤 𖧧 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𖧧 𓍊𓋼 𔓘

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏

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𝕀ℕ the moonlit glade where shadows dance,

A fae with wings, a fleeting chance.

His heart adorned in hues of dew,

A love that sparked, a tale anew.

Through whispers woven in the night,

He sought her gaze, a pure delight.

Her mortal grace, a flower fair,

Captured in his enchanted snare.

Beneath the silver willow's embrace,

He pledged his love, a gentle grace.

Her laughter echoed in the breeze,

A symphony that put his heart at ease.

With wings of iridescent sheen,

He danced beside his chosen queen.

In starlit waltz and twilight's trance,

A fae in love, a sweet romance.

But mortal bounds, a fleeting fire,

He yearned for more, his heart's desire.

Yet, love knows not of bounds or fate,

He'd cherish her, both soon and late.

So, in the moonlit glade they'd meet,

Their love, a secret, pure, and sweet.

A fae enamored by mortal light,

A love that bloomed in endless night.

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𓇢𓆸 𓆤 𖧧 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𖧧 𓍊𓋼 𔓘

By: SilverMist707

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