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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 shooting star.