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This is a mini almost sonnet, which is basically just a little sad faerie poem.


One-Man Jig

Fairy who is alone

when there used to be more

feeling the silence

where dream once roared

and when there were many

now there are few

a sprite jigs alone

in mornings sweet dew.

The Ring still envelops

Whilst Dancing ensues

The tapping of footsteps

now an echo

fading in dawnlight

Cobwebs snap through.