Through the forest, across the leaves, under the peddles, away from the
bees. seeking that, that has been lost. so far from home, so very lost. but
now all my seeking has come to an end, that which was once lost is found
again.
But not is all found, i have lost my soul. in search for an exit i
thought on a roll. but through there flowers and through these trees,
through the bushes and through the bees. the trickster fairies are not what
they seem.
Always searching, always lost. ill never find it, oh woe is me. for my
soul is gone, the faeries taunt me with this song. see it now, see it go,
you'll see it once, and you'll see it with a fro.
they taunt me, through the night. the little tricksters, the little
lights. always laughing, always moving. singing their little song. it all
sounds so wrong! i jump at them, over the stream. The little bastards! they
are so mean!
with their cruel eyes and vicious teeth, they stare at me as though i
were a treat, i stepped nimbly away, flying with my feet, but yet i still
seek what they have stolen. so long ago it seems, that i lost my one and
only soul.
I hate them more and more. like when i trip while running through a door.
it hurts, it pains, they drive me insane! the little buggers who stole the
very essence of my being. their sharp eyes always seeing. showing me their
very meaning, to torment me.
The fear i feel, almost makes me ill, to think of what they say, so
scared am i to see the lights, they give, so bright and dark all at once,
their fairy lights as magical and evil as the mysterious eyes of the
unseen.
i watched in horror. the sun peeked over the trees. the lights seemed to
dwindle. i fell down to my knees. i realize the truth. my soul would never
be found. i cease to exist.
Yet, until my dying days, ill never forget the brilliances of the sun, as
the sea came to carry me away.

This poem was written by Hanna Myers and Henry Walker(being me)
 
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