Fairy Queen
She sits on a throne of twisted vines
She hands me flowers that sparkle and shine
With stems that stretch and lean
She leads me to the edge of the wishing well
But it seems I've forgotten how I fell
Into this pool of dreams
Into the hands of the Fairy Queen
On a boat built of leaves and sticks
She takes me sailing on waves of bliss
Through azure and emerald green
Toward the land of the Fairy Queen
Writer/s: Hobbyhorse
