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Faery Waltz
By: L. M. Mercer
The sun slowly rises over the eastern mountains,
Heralding the arrival of a brand new day.
Tiny faeries stop dancing and scurry away,
Fleeing from the approaching light,
Hiding amongst the toadstools and fallen branches.
They silently await the moonrise,
When once again their magic will flourish.
They will pass the day, concealed as ones hunted,
Startling at ever noise or hint of motion.
When the sun sets and moonbeams once more illuminate this secret glen,
The faeries return to begin their nightly waltz again.
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About the Author
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Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never
had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing
as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to
read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend
and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'.
While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering,
she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times
somber, now that she is our senior contributor at the "World of Myth".
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