Pixie

They come stealing, softly creeping, dancing in long streams.

Skipitty, skippy skipping, flying with their dragonfly wings.

Their sorrow was great, their pain knew no bounds,

when Selene's child departed, for the dark Land of Weeping.

And though they tried, oh yes, they tried, each felt the loss within.

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But then one day, a glorious sight, greeted the wee men of lore.

Sweet Serenity, darling Serenity, who died tragic'ly before,

now comes skipping, skipitty skipping, and holding a mortal soul.

They cried to her, oh how they cried, joy flooding their very core.

The pixies, they were laughing, giddily laughing, as they were before.

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Still, such sad fate are they, that she did not hear their call.

For Usagi was the princess of the moon no more. No, not at all.

She had lost her memories, forgotten her tragic love, her tragic end.

Forgotten her prince, and how they loved within the palace walls.

Now all she is, is a mortal child, who dreams of crystal halls.

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Undaunted, they crowd around her, not caring she'll never see,

her sweet pixies' devoted love and giddy loyalty.

And though they trip the precious child as they scamper round her feet,

they still come stealing, softly creeping, dancing happily.

For reunited they are, at long last, with their sweet Serenity.