When night came for
innocence, I turned my head to the right,
for I thought to keep it out of sight.
When cold-steel claimed
naivety, well… I buried each scream in song;
for wrought in melody
can anything be
When the bitter winds stole
surety, why… I turned my trembling to hate;
for only then did it truly abate.
But when the shadows consumed
sweetness, when not even an ounce of it did survive,
why… twas then darlin’… La Fée came alive.
© Odyne La Fée 2018