The faerie dame

• Rebecca Harvey, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2006

She walks into the shadowed glen,
Her heart is beyond mortal ken.
Her loneliness cloaks the somber night,
No one can help her turn things right.

No man for her to hold and love,
No one for her but cooing doves.
Her forest is her only friend,
And even that will reach its end.

O Faerie with your shining hair,
Your lovely face, your tragic air.
You have much more than you require,
You have your forest, your heart's fire.

To have love for a time may be good,
But you would be misunderstood.
So stay, don't go, O Faerie Dame,
Stay, or you won't be the same.