Tiny prints
marks of a faerie foot
flirting with the wind
Untamed and ethereal
on an eddy of air
when she took you captive
bound your heart in whispers
of precious gems
that fell from your melody
and such
caught you by the hair and the heartstrings
and pulled you in without
a protest
your jasper to her onyx
your lion to her lynx
and such was the way
like so...
And so was the way
Alice danced.
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