Me and my friend wrote this during school so I dont know if it's any good...
In the realm of the fairies,
a tiny queen is born.
It is harvest moon night,
and the rest is time in the mourn.
But wait! Twilight is breaking,
the Queen raises her hand.
And instantly beauty sweeps,
all throughout the land.
The Old Queen perished,
during the birth of her only child.
So, how will the little fairy grow,
control the wars of the wild?
She's just a tiny baby,
but hope lies in her hands.
And perhaps she still can save us,
from peril in the sands.
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