where it is cold, deep below the world 
warmer still, than the bitterness of earth 
a hiding place, of loneliness 
between the mask 
dividing earth and soul 
where the fairies dance, in innocence 
and fall, from frozen broken wings 

the mouse escapes behind the wall 
hiding from the demon elf 
who threatens to bridge another hole 
in the mask 
dividing earth and soul 

the fairies lie, scattered upon the ground 
silent in their suffering 
their tears fill the hole, overflow upon the floor 
down upon the ground 
where the demons dance 
upon that ocean that is her soul 

their tears never seem to cure the pain, her soul can't ever heal 

beneath the mask 
a final escape from earth 
deep into her soul 

October 20th, 1996 
© Copyright Lady Guinevere Aislyn,1996.