Kin of Oberon Pt1.
Dark winter
No living plants
I fall from the branch
My wings are torn
Gently crashing
Bouncing from leaves
Into the mud
I am the beauty
I am the last faerie
No living plants
I fall from the branch
My wings are torn
Gently crashing
Bouncing from leaves
Into the mud
I am the beauty
I am the last faerie