Her melodic laughter fills the field with sparks of purple glitter, the light so clear you fail to see accurately.
Her eyes so green, glistening like dewdrops after fallen rain; her hair as blonde as the radiating sun.
She flutters into the field with such grace you are suddenly unable to respire; she dances upon the very orchid dandelions in which you lay.
She leaps perfectly with her dense toes among the flowers; dipping, twirling, posing.
Her heart knows no fear, so neither shall you. But she leaves you clueless as she dances around you.
How I love my Sugar Plum Fairy, for she leaves me as a wolf in sheeps clothing.
With her I will meet lovely people, or another victim to pursue.
