So, what
of the
fairies?
You know
those glowing
sparks,
Those little
ball of
lights
Hanging by
our heroes'
shoulders.
I don't
believe you're
blind
They glow,
float and
spin,
The heroes
sometimes, always
notice.
They too
have souls,
right?
They're there
even when
unneeded.
And when
heroes goes
lost
They'll be
there even
unasked.
Why should
I not
bother?
Since they
never asked
care?
Since they'll
always be
there?
Don't they
too wish
appeciations,
Even just
a little
bit?
They too
know our
soul,
If you're
a bit
wondering.
So, what
of the
fairies?
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