Whispers of the Grey Faerie
by anjie
Softly does the feather fall,
Aloft on silken breeze.
Spiralling, it spins and falls,
Then lifts to arch with ease.
She watches, pensive is the gaze,
Dark sorrow fills fair face.
A smile, fleeting, ever-gone,
Wish lingers, merest trace.
“Please heed my cry” Does whisper come,
“I plea, come to my aid!”
“Go where wings won’t carry me,
Where hopes and dreams are made.”
Take heed of whisper, hear her call,
Grey Faerie, wishes few.
Yet chores she sets are small and rare,
Her needs are meagre, few.
She watches as the feather falls,
Alone, bereft of friend.
She’ll wait for you to bring her wish,
Until all time doth end.
So little does she ask of all,
So rare, fair face is shown.
The Faerie grey with tattered wings,
No magic of her own.
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Celebrating Vandagyre Day
by painted_dreams87
It is hard to believe
two years have gone by
since we met Vandagyre
and first saw them fly.
With claws, feathers,
and captivating eyes,
it was easy to see
they were special and wise.
The newest species
warmed its way to our heart.
By now we're attached
and could never part.
On this special day,
take a moment and know
we are forever changed
by the day they first said "hello".
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Lucky Vandagyre Feather
by indulgences
This feather is a magic thing.
It glows with golden light.
From whence came this delightful thing?
Was this thing lost in flight?
This feather is a sparkling thing,
Hued turquoise, striped with white.
It glitters in the daytime sun.
It's such an awesome sight.
It has a rare ability
That Vandagyres can use.
It helps them in the Battledome,
And never makes them lose.
This feather's truly lucky, and
It's truly luminous.
Go buy yourself a feather too!
There's nothing to discuss!
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