A/N: Mr Tumnus addressing Lucy's sleeping (and waking at the end) form. Also written for the 5,10,20,50,70,100 fandoms challenge on HPFC, fandom 26, and for the 100_poems challenge on livejournal, poem 9/100 and day 8.
Sweet Little Lucy, Says the Unworthy Faun
You're a sweet little thing
dear Lucy,
too sweet
Like the flowers that
froze and crumbled
under winter's gloom…
Oh Lucy, why have you come?
To this world? To me?
This is far too treacherous a place
for you to be:
You, the sweet little thing
who smiles so merrily at me
who's ashamed to even think
that it's all for me to see.
That sweet smile of yours
is one I don't deserve.
Your little bee-nose has swiped
my false honey sent
and now you lie
In my little nest, frozen over,
and soon –
but maybe your smile can still
thaw the winter out
But then what will happen,
to you,
to me?
Oh, but you're awake!
Run! You must run!
Dear sweet Lucy! Run!
Forget all, and leave this place,
this worthless faun,
and don't return.
Even your lips will be bitten
by her cold, though you've melted me
and I have to let you go.
