She is a firey sprite

A lass from another world

Caught in the fabric of Time

Waiting to be freed from her embroidered prison

A member of the Folk

Caught in a web of her own making

For disappointing the Faerie Queen,

Whose beauty is fire bound by ice-a frozen figurine with a heart of stone

She will wait for eternity

Seven years until the Tithe

Seven years of freedom follow for the Solitary Fey

She waits; frozen in the fabric

Stoic in the light

A twitch of recognition the night before Samhain