My fairy queen does summon me,
once more unto her side,
whenceforth I am enchanted,
by the golden shimmering light shining from her,
walking through softened dreams in a haze of deliriousness,
I am drawn unto her.
And sitting with her, upon her throne,
I am enshrouded in a pool of light,
all becoming magical and beautiful.
Yet from the moment I am am released,
all decays, becoming reppelent and sickly,
as I am left in a violent haze of hat and sicklyness,
contemplating this thing,
that having seemed so appealing in all it's false beauty,
I have done
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