A LamentThe year has gone swiftly byAnd cool light falls sharply over the landAs Autumn treads her wending wayTurning the leaves to crimson and gold,Decorations for Winters return.She welcomes his lusty graspBut I am still heartbroken for Spring.Her youthful arms held me gently,And I still smell the flowers she wore in her hair.The warmth and grace of her smile was a balm to my soul.Alas, that Summer came and drove us apart,With burning fury and a plague of biting flies.One day my Spring shall return to meAnd our love shall be renewed,Made all the sweeter for our time apart.
A Tale of the FaeIn the royal palace of the land of Fae, where the winged elves rule, there once was a princess of renowned beauty, wisdom, and grace, or so the stories told, for such things are not so easily gained as all children must learn. Royal children are no different nor the lessons any less difficult than those learned by adults, yet for the grandchildren of the greatest Empress the Fae have ever known, those trials often take a tangle and circuitous route fraught with danger both fantastic and terrible enough to daunt the bravest of knights or the greatest of wizards.For now, the greatest task facing a young fae girl is how best to vanquish a foul ogre that has invaded her afternoon tea. She fumed as the girls of her group tried to beat the creature out the door smeared with the remains of toast and cheese as he grin and laugh evilly at them while darting around the room. Her anger was such that all she could do was stand and glare, tightly grasping the bear that she had narrowly saved from