Mara Mae Poem by Jayson Klarian Cortez

Mara Mae

But a humble fae

Though often at home

She was never alone

Ayra Froth

What a lovely thought

Her dearest friend

With no means to pretend

Mara had Ayra

And Ayra had all

For she was the queen

Of the homecoming ball

Loved by plenty

Adored for many

Mara had not cared for fame

She had none to her name

One day the fog

Overcame the bog

As she flew to her home

A voice made her pause

She spotted a gnome

Perched on a log

'You can't see the dangers,

Get away, you may be slaughtered! '

The warning advised

Yet Mara had not faltered

She carried on floating over the water

The next day Ayra

Was informed of the matter

Her childhood best friend

Had been taken and shattered

No one in town knew Mara by name

What a shame one may say

They cared not for her fate

Only for Ayra's state

All sympathy and guilt

Directed to not the deceased

But the one who had known her

Through all her heavy feats

She lived

And died

For someone else's regret

Poor Mara Mae

Ayra's best friend.