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Deep in the heart of the woods I tread,
only the pine needle forest my bed.
A magical air about me shone,
and somehow I felt I was not alone.
I heard a flute so softly play,
round about me as I lay.
Then a sight I could not concieve,
had I not seen I wouldn't believe.
There she came upon the path,
golden hair and a silver laugh.
All the woodland creatures came.
And she knew them all by name.
A lovely fairy queen was she.
And I knelt upon my knee.
A Unicorn was by her side,
she touched the horse full of pride.
Then we danced in a circle of light,
dancing until the end of night.
Then as the night turned into day,
I awoke where I lay.
As the sun shone on me,
I wondered where she could be.
Then in the distance I did hear,
a lilting laugh and sound of lyre.
Rebecca Wiles
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