Through shadowed woods and misted air,
A traveler roamed with footsteps bare.

The path was lost, the stars were few,
Yet golden lights came into view.

A silver river, soft and bright,
Reflected flames of fairy light.

Their laughter rang like chiming bells,
A spellbound song of ancient spells.

A fairy queen with glowing eyes,
Spoke softly, weaving silk-like lies.

"Stay with us, you’ve found your place,
No sorrow here, no time to chase."
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