The Faerie Tale of the Woman on the Docks

A woman stands on crumbling docks

Her hair is damp, her face is pale

As sunlight touches mossy rocks

Her head tilts back and she'll let forth a wail

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The moon rises high on those cold, dark nights

When the woman will stand, awaiting her lover

Who has taken her soul with his strange faerie lights

And had captured her heart in their odd glowing cover

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She'd been a young girl in that faerie ring

The winged creatures danced and took her by the hands

Her years flew by her as they started to sing

Then soon she was flying to the faeries' lands

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The beast who had stolen her soul away

To make her his own forevermore

Was handsome in a bold, dark way

But he was cruel to his vile faerie core

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He'd grown bored quickly of the woman's devotion

So he took her away to this soggy shore

She bears youth eternal, soul lost to the ocean

The woman will wait forevermore

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Her loved one had left her on that cold, dark shore

Left her to wait for his assured coming

To make her his wife, he said was in store

So then she waits, her skin slowly numbing

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The woman stands on crumbling docks

Her hair is damp, her face is pale

As sunlight touches the mossy rocks

Her head tilts back and she'll let forth a wail.