A light glows against the night

Outside, but it’s not the moon

A fairy’s wings, perhaps, I see

Tis a sign, all the world is attune

For as the sky falls into a misty pitch

She continues to illuminate, bright

This pixie graces my ink and quill

Always with me, whenever I write

My newest muse, she comforts me

When the thoughts escape my mind

She guides my hand across the page

And once again, the words, I find

 

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