Crazy Fairy Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

I met by dark in the walking sands
Not a desert, filled with grass
Were the stars, Milky Way bands,
Below them all, whose scenery,
Full of nonsense, blends,
Thanks to His mighty sights, one of these God commands,
One of these, the life-full and less things
The stars’ silver ring, that sped
By a light of spear,
And I then joined one of them
Holding the grass of the desert this bear,
Now no light remained for all was scary
Only silence I could hear
For killed me up the crazy fairy.

28/8/09