A wicked fairy flew within the shadows of the park, within the deepest hidden depths in recess of the dark. In light her features held her sight, in fate as unforeseen, upon her wicked wretched smile, beneath her cold extreme. Upon her touch, beneath her flight, in candor of the moon, within the blackest hearts to judge the demon in her loom. Beyond the pathways to foretell, beyond our shattered dreams, beyond the fortune time is bound, beyond our worth and means. Inside her clutch, as west winds bite, the chilling midnight freeze, her spirits seen upon the East in flight upon the breeze.