Fantasia Fairies
Deep within the Grimjaw Forest
At the stroke of dawn
As the light beats on the dewdrops
Tiny forms take flight
Preparing for the work ahead
All have roles to play
Ferrying light to the shadows
Red-winged Brattins dart
Gorks whirl with bodies clad in fur
Clearing dust left by night
The Pixian cleaning crew toils
Until they tire out
Wings of sapphire and amber
Beat the morning air
The noble Tzarkas have arrived
To bloom the flowers
And awaken the early songs
Of sparrows and wrens
Others join the Pixian crew
Lazy, pink Sindels
Sneering at the hyper Flyntiks
Wingless Hults on foot
Silver Minjits and purple Karks
Each to play a part
Viewing from her throne of birchwood
Crystal wings spread wide
The high queen pixie sits alone
Forced to merely watch
Overseer of her people
Who toil beneath her
The Pixian Parade plays on
Work turns into fun
Lasting until the sun goes down
And a scream cuts through
Time of pixies ends for the day
Banshees rule the night
Legends of Windemere 
Love it! Have you seen Fantasia? This is your “Night on Bald Mountain/Ave Maria” (except yours goes from day to night).
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That’s probably what helped inspire this and another that I have to look for.
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I *love* that last line. Very ominous.
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Thanks. I mentioned in another comment that I think I have a ‘sequel’ somewhere. Might post it later if I can find it.
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The banshee reference makes a sobering conclusion
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I think I have that poem somewhere around here. Might even be on the blog from earlier. I should check for it.
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I remember it as well.
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A cute pair of poems.
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Thanks. 🙂
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