The fairy

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And it flowed...from his wrist...
flowing down the ridges of his palm.
and it dripped...drop by drop...

There was a painless silence...
and he heard a faint whisper.
and he closed his eyes.

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He had walked down that lane before..
long long time ago..
and he had seen her...
charmed by her beauty...a mystic aura..
beautiful...magical and serene.
and heard songs...her songs and whispers...
which crashed against his face...
and he had felt cold and numb.

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He half-opened his eyes..
and looked at the closed window..
She was there...trying to get in...
desperately flapping her tiny...
faint shining wings...
She tried to get it...and failed...
to carry him away to peace...and failed..
He looked at her....
Her eternal blue eyes...
Her face fogged by his dreams....
and he closed his eyes.

The fairy rubbed her wings all night...
trying to get to him...
to touch him one last time...
her dark cold yet relieving touch...
she tried and failed...
and she cried and left...


The crimson sticky flood has dried...
and turned into dark solid nothingness.