Silently, she walks the halls,
Hair falling in her face,
Heavy textbooks pulled close,
To her small bosom.
She looks down, not up,
Avoiding disgusted looks
Of those “cool”, not her.

She daydreams of Nature,
Of FaerieTale lands and places,
Pixies born of Peasantry
Rising up to the Nobility
With Crystal gowns and Diamonds,
Saving all Faeries everywhere
In an untimely battle
Against the ultimate Evil,
But most of all, she dreamt,
Of this lowly, ragged Pixie,
Finding Love, so strong,
Nothing would ever break it.

This daydream was her Haven,
The only part in her mind
Where she was the same.
She was beautiful, and grace,
She was strong and innocent.
This illusion to her life.

One day, a miracle happened.
A mysterious tall, cute boy
Whom she hardly knew
Became a Prince in Shining Amour
And asked her, this girl,
To be his Damsel in Distress.
She nodded her shy head,
And Dream became Reality.

Now, her head held high,
As she walks the halls,
Her green eyes sparkle,
And show true happiness
That can only come with
The miracle of true love.
She smiles and waves,
And happily talks around;
As she still dreams of
That Pixie, the lowly one,
Who now wouldn’t care
If she had lost everything
Because she had her love,
Her mysteriously sweet Elf
Who will stay by her side forever.