Disclaimer: I don't own the Faerie Path; the rights go to Frewin Jones.
A/N: Little poem I wrote for the Faerie Path, read, review, and most of all enjoy!
Come closer, lend an ear and I shall tell of the Ballad of the Seven Sisters.
Journey to the land of faerie, the home of the just and true faerie folk,
The land had seven lovely princesses, kind, graceful, and fair.
The first princess had eye of blue, hair of white.
She had wisdom beyond her years, and dabbled in the unknown.
Isolated from the rest in a high tower she watched and waited, never losing face.
The second was a healer in her own right,
She knew of the herbs, flowers, and plants of the land and used her knowledge to heal.
Stern and graceful her touch was gentle and soothing.
The third royal was a studious maiden,
She rarely left her library, absorbed herself in olden books.
She immersed herself in words, and understood them like no other.
The fourth princess was an animal lover,
She cared for the creatures of the kingdom, and in return they cared for her.
She knew their tongue, and loved them fiercely, treating them as equals.
The fifth sister was dark of hair and eye.
Bold, daring, but refined she commanded respect.
She could touch the dread Isemort without harm, a skill she hated with a passion.
Love didn't come easily to her and she is plagued with the memory of past times constantly.
The sixth one was gay, loving, and musical.
She loved dancing, balls, and merriment but that is not all she is remembered for.
She was brave, strong, and there to the end.
Her beautiful singing voice will never be forgotten, and neither will she.
And so I tell of the final princess, youngest daughter of seven.
She carried her mother visage, and she struggled with much.
She was able to walk between the worlds of magic and reality.
She was a new breed of person, a princess and commoner.
A mortal and Faerie.
A person of two worlds.
And so you have stayed and heard the Ballad of the Seven Sisters.
Pass along this so other may hear of their deeds.
Fantasy and reality both exist, side by side.
Never touching.
So close your eyes, and reach for another world.
The thin line between truth and real,
Dreams and the waking world,
Fantasy and reality have been crossed by a few.
Have you?
A/N: Hope I got the order of the princesses' right; if I didn't can you please let me know? Thanks!
Sassmaster over and out!