Midnight Fairy turning five hundred
tender hint of milder depression
doom joins gloom, air-dropped they landed
Bridgehead shaping, ominous expression
He or she, or whatever it was
couldn`t exist except fueled by pain
of nameless thousands slaughtered on mass
shallow graves and tears, all in vain
High-noon Fairy turning eleven
baffled staring on that ancestral site
what of who could briefly explain
providing for beasts unchallenged might
Legends of old, hopes quite sudden
whistling in tune of forgotten band
Fairies exchanging in relay so ardent
frost bite from glances, time for last stand
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