A little girl ran through a forest
Looking for a place to cry.
Her mother hated her,
And she did not know why.
She happened upon a river
When something caught her eyes.
For there was a fairy on the rock,
Like a prince of the sky.
She knew he was a fairy
For his hair was the sun,
Eyes the forest,
And face oh so young.
Yet curiously enough,
His back was bare.
No wings to be found,
No flights in the air.
'Fairy Prince' she asked
Innocent eyes wide.
'Where are your wings?
How do you fly?'
His eyes turned sad,
His smile small.
'I can not fly For I always fall'
'My father loves me,
But what he does not see Is that his shadow is vast
And it eventually traps me.
His presence too strong
Name too known.
I can not fly,
For my wings are not my own'
A/N: I had a poetry project due during the time period that I was rereading Skip Beat. My mind thought it was a brilliant idea to turn Ren's and Kyoko's past into a poem, so that's what this is.
I tried to space it out so that there were stanzas, but apparently this site doesn't want me to do double spacing, so I apologize if this was hard to read.
The cover art was drawn by a close friend of mine. You can check her out at DrySharpies on Instagram.