In the depths of Ireland
Willow wisps flicker around
And I wonder if they'll notice me
Even if I don't make a sound
There she lingers in lingerie
Her willowy frame, sings to me
Breathless, I amble towards her
But then I am cornered by fiends
She disappears into thin air
Fairy dust is every where
I'm taken into custody,
"Devilsih fiends!" I yell,
"Let go of me!"
My heart's fluttering,
As I'm graced
With her presence once more.
Stuttering, it's hard to speak
And then I remember the forgotten lore.
The Enchanted Moura,
Who takes men away,
She steals everything
They possess, then they're slayed.
Is this..my fate?
About the Creator
Anecia Lewis
I am an avid fanatic when it comes to sci-fi, anime, and novels. I love DC and Marvel comics, but if I had to choose a hero to save my ass--it would definitely be Batman.
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