Three fairies sat, naked at sunset,
under the blue dome of sky.
Through whom cried the fairies,
and their tears were like rain
from spring clouds.
Their hair was as long as rope,
and as dark as night.
It may have been even longer than hope,
and it may have been even
darker than night.
Before them, upon the horizon,
was a city of unsaved boys.
Behind them, black and cold,
three fairies sat, naked at sunset,
under the blue dome of sky.
And who cried the fairies,
and their tears were like rain
from spring clouds.
Their hair was as long as rope,
and as dark as night.
It may have been even longer than rope,
and it may have been even
darker than night.
Before them, upon the horizon,
was a city of enslaved boys.
Behind them, black and cold.
You only sighed and depressed.
You act like our world is empty.
You act like our world is obsure.
You act like our world is
nothing but pain.
They were magical
and they began to find love.
They became old.
They became tears.
They became young.
They became laughter.
They became master and slave.
They became fruit.
They became seed.
They became but hope and despair.
They became a bad omen.
These magic tricks did not
affect me.
You act like our world is empty.
You act like our world is absurd.
You act like our world is