It is well known that creatures that flutter through the night are drawn to lights and flames. In this poem I’m trying to express why the fairy seeks out the flame. But also why he doesn’t fly away when he noticed that the flame is too hot for him.
Ok, I know poems doesn't have to rhyme. ^_^ But I really like to rhyme. Besides, how often do you actually sit down and force yourself to come up with words that rhyme with -ight?
The first part of a series I'm writing. In this first part we meet two witches who's in a bit of a jam at the moment and are trying to figure out how to solve the situation. Comments and above all critisism are very much welcome.