By the moonlit river,
sorrow found another heart
destined to be lonely.
The pulling of a few hairs
on the bowed head of a
kind, soft-hearted light woman.
Her glittering eyes arrive
to the playful smile of a Sprite.
Weaving magic and mayhem.
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By the moonlit river,
sorrow found another heart
destined to be lonely.
The pulling of a few hairs
on the bowed head of a
kind, soft-hearted light woman.
Her glittering eyes arrive
to the playful smile of a Sprite.
Weaving magic and mayhem.
Lonely, a solitary figure steps through the park full of songs and poetry.
There’s no money made from being soft and creative, yet he hopes for love.
Penniless, he walks from window to window, attempting to serenade someone.
He walks home, wondering why he was made this way.