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By night and by day
She dreams of another way

He doesn't look centuries old
Beautiful, silver, white and pale gold

Light as air, air like light
Warmer than ice that does not cool his sight

Hair that flows, ears that point
Eyes spark, skin anoints

She feels his thin bones, his airiness
And she feels lumpy, graceless

And the creature she draws to at night
They say is the cause of the blight

Tall, thick, a lump of stone
Believes he is meant to be ever alone

She places her hand on a rough chapped arm
He, surprised at her lack of alarm

Black and green and sickening grey
Sees the human as the truly fey

Yet by him she feels just about right
Not too heavy nor too light

Both know she is theirs, both know they love true
Both know that her choice is altered by few

Is the light elf-fairy the one for her love?
Or the ogre who is her glove?

A world of grace and beauty and gold
Or the world of ugly and growing old.

She knows where she belongs
Knows which world just feels wrong

She knows the world where she is less
Is detrimental to her happiness.

The ugliest being looks up, surprised
To see darkness flowing love from her eyes.