The Fae King
It began with a girl. Black-haired and sweet and gone too soon.
It is the way of mortals to die, of course. Most pass within a few decades, unless they can be tempted away to fairyland and persuaded to stay there. Even then, mortals live only as long as they can go without visits to friends or family that allow time and the weight of years to catch up to them.
Comments (9)
love this poem
Supercute haiku! I adore the painting too!
Well-wrought! Mmmmm... Halloween cake.
Awww, this was so adorable! Loved it!
This is so cute!
Aww. That is so sweet.
Such a sweet scare
Aww how sweet the poem and the watercolor. Perfect for a children's book in my opinion.
Lovely picture and lovely words