Author's Note: Well, I changed my pen name back to BohemianTwinkle, because I was used to it and it had become part of my comfort zone.

This is a poem, inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven because we're doing it at school and the narrator (who is Christian in this case) was originally talking to a Raven, ha. But anyway, this is now another poem about the relationship of Christian and the Green Fairy. Kind of a weird relationship now that I've got my hands on it. Oh well.

Have you seen the moon, dear Fairy?
As the colourful lights draw you near
Colourful lights of a windmill,
Cursed, surreal and faltering
Why don't we walk about a bit?
To the farthest place to go

Nights are so dull and dreamy
They can be sleepy times of emptiness
Or delights of whispers and throbbing heartbeats
At least that's what they used to be
When the stars hung like cubes of sugar
From the inky curtain that drapes itself across the sky
The porthole into heaven
For those who dare to seek it out

And yet you and I wander the ever-turning road
Harsh wind biting at the tips of my coat collar
My footsteps lead me sullenly
To the place farthest away from the lights
The voices, the dances, the greed
Looking out of the gateway
At what the world looks like Outside the Village of Sin

Because something had made me forget
The taste of the air and colour of the sky
Beyond the Underworld confines
Something with hair like fire
And eyes the kind of blue
No painter could mix to streak across a canvas
Here I stand, after another night of wandering
Pondering questions in my mind
I dare not say aloud

So instead my weariness draws me home
To the place in my garret I like sitting
Sitting, sitting, never thinking, only drinking
And breathing in the needles of bitter air
That sneak through the open window
The window beside the place where I am sitting
Sitting, never moving as tears prickle
And fill up my weary eyes
Accompanied by a tickle, residing in my throat
Harbouring a voice, a cry, a yell
Wanting to be let loose into the night

Have you ever wanted to scream?
Stand in the rain and open your mouth
And let all the noises
And the pains and the aches and the tears (and maybe even the disbelieving laughter?)
And let it echo through the night air
Until the blood floods into your throat
And all the air is spent in your lungs.
A scream that could make the most wretched (like you, dear Fairy)
Fill up to the brim with woe

Have you heard the news, dear Fairy?
Sitting still and steady
Upon the dirty, dusty window ledge
Beside where I am sitting
Of course you know the news
Swinging your legs upon the window ledge
Swinging your legs so gleefully
Like you did whilst sitting upon a rafter
Watching the scene behind a curtain of red
Laughing, you were laughing
Delighting in such tragedy

And here you will sit so gleefully
Watching, laughing, taunting me so freely
As I sit and mourn and drink and break
In sorrow of something lost forever more