Dark wanderers flooding the night Celtic tattoos pasted on the moon dark poetry looming the skyline looking for free recipes for dreaming.
I will follow you into the dark music without lyrics wedding toasts for the foolish of folly whenever you call me.
Angels and airwaves ancient healing finding their way to me despite my loss of internal exploration at times my heart does beat for their caresses.
Give me ultimate pleasure or little tunes of hope free games or a Potter Trailer from Autumn to ashes so flowers can sing I will follow you into the dark.
Nothing is so soothing as whispers in the dark saying we'll be fine.
Dark Fairy elusive blossom brings me printable gifts and unique birdhouses pictures of kittens cats adorned with jeweled collars kitty beds with pink ribbons.
Isn't that a fairies duty? Making sure the flowers are content not held captive so fairy tales come alive? Gifts on our back porch despite the odds of feeling neglected whenever my name is forgotten? Fantasy fairies meet the darkness afraid as they find out who their friends are secret friends meeting fantasy art of exotic women while forever pretending only to be within docile pages of the tattered book left on the table.
Dark Fairy a queen between the lines let out of page 765.
Despite my attempts to draw her in unafraid to meet the present laced by melodies a musician's friend Dark Fairy steadied her eyes on prizes.
Strong for mere determinations sake she rises to meet her buried pride.
Everyone knows she says amused all who become wild women will one day be female super heroes.
And with that printed inside her book of tales she met the flowers ransom.