Faerie Spring
Krystaline the nymph bathed in her secret spring, A secret spot she picked out amidst the trees She sang as she washed, a voice so pure and dear, Not worrying much to be seen by mortal eyes, Content in her haven amongst the hanging weeds This lovely maiden of the forest. Along came a traveler through the forest, By the name of Ian, and stopped not far from the spring. When what did he see amongst the weeds, But a purple rose nestled between two trees. It’s sheer beauty brought a tear to his eyes... Sign in to see full entry.