Fairyland. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
A beautiful, fair maiden,
Sat in the moonlit bay,
Of a far off, distant land,
She silently, did pray.
She was praying for her prince to come,
If the Gods were to be kind,
When she heard a voice call out to her,
'My maiden, look behind.
And there he stood, her prince of dreams,
He was a man of men,
He took her gently in his arms,
Before he kissed her lips, and then,
He whispered some~thing in her ear,
And took hold of her hand.
Then both of them, they disappeared,
Back off to Fairyland.
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