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Ivy shrouds a tiny house, made of glass and metal

Inside, a boy, so very small, tries his best to settle

Knowing danger is lurking, a face he does not know

Watching him, he tries to hide them, from this foe

Fairies flitter about him, dodging his every move

Surely, they know, this menace need be reproved

Carefree sprites, they continue, to taunt the face

Hoping, soon, he’ll forget, how he found this place

Perhaps, he’s a small one, separated from his own

Fearful for his tiny ones, of this he’ll not condone

And so the light, in the home, stays lit, without a fire

Never to wait in darkness, they begin to conspire

Wondering how to deal with what has them mystified

The man, with an unknown face, waits patiently outside


April Writing Prompts – Phosphorescent filaments – Day 13/30

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