Fighting Faeries with Fireflies

My darkest of times bore the loneliest of eyes 

oh faerie, lure me away! 

Your hair still smells 

of deep blue bells 

in the circle where the pixies played. 

And in your scent, 

with mischievous grin 

I follow wings to the hemlock grove. 

I swallowed my woes with the cup you own 

dreaming celosia and leaves as my tomb.

-For Daniela Berg of Neuental, Germany