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I went searching
for a shooting star
across the stark night
above a place called
Away with the Fairies
in a magical mountain forest
right on the edge
of this world and
the one below,
a great precipice and
an old white bathtub
waiting to be filled
with fallen starlight
as the two girls
I kept my watch with
gazed upwards
hoping for a sign.
We had traveled from
an other place called
Terra Khaya
where we had helped
the forest grow back
to how it once was
before machine men
had mindlessly come
unheeding of the
great monarchs,
of which just one is left,
fenced in and surrounded
by a few, old and trusted
friends fiercely
keeping its ancient secret
from eyes who will
not walk the path,
will not see
the tiny, flying fairies -
angels of this realm -
come for one last time,
for all of time
to stop again
and wait
upon the weary travelers
looking
for a...