Wardrobe

Villager: Crispin

Ring ring, the chimes do sing,
Through the trees so intimidating,
I was visited then, by the race of men,
Who came so willingly.

Misty and cold, in these woods they delved,
Only to become lost, for such is fate.
The forest so cursed, their woes been sung,
Why could these people have come?

Ting ting, the chimes do sing,
Piercing the fog so obscuring,
They heard the song, and went to investigate,
for their curiousity, they had to satiate!

A young duo they were, with them a hound,
They formed a quaint trio, coming to my lake,
I waited there to meet them the fool I was,
To see if friends of them I could make.

Ching ching, the chimes do sing,
Guiding spirits so charming,
All my friends have left before--
Their departures stung me to my core.

Their voices so sweet,
They came to me to greet.
Friends we were, she said,
But to stay this way, with them I'd have to go.

Ding ding, the chimes do sing,
Leaving the only home we'd known.
I've kept them with me--
And my friends had no flaw to see.

The hound and her owner parted, away.
But the girl, with her I was bound to stay.
She promised me intrigue and hope,
'Fairy, here with me you'll never have to mope!'

Murmur murmur, the chimes do stir,
Hemmed in with walls and windows.
I was promised relief and happiness,
But surrounded with the real human, I could only stress.

She'd introduce me around,
'Fairy! Fairy!'
I was an object of awe, and
all her friends hailed me.

Whisper whisper, the chimes still were hung,
Within my 'room', they were strung.
But with no wind, with no spirit lost--
There was no one to sing to.

She told me of love, and how great it felt.
Of the heart, and how it would melt.
I maybe understood that,
But I'm afraid that I only ever fell flat.

Squeak squeak, the chimes were crying,
Their purpose, they felt was dwindling.
I was too confused to care,
When she kept telling me of how much her emotions would flare.

I thought I was learning,
I thought I had found a friend.
But the woods, without me, fought back--
And a great many life, away was sent.

The chimes didn't ring.
The woods, the humans had burned in anger,
For it had taken enough of their own.
Without my chimes, the havoc was sown.

I still hoped! That we were friends.
And she said nothing otherwise.
I was glad, that we could make amends!
But she kept hurting me.

The chimes still didn't sing,
In a pocket now, I'd keep them with me.
I was too afraid to lose them.
What if her love meant taking them away?

Was it apart of the emotion flare?
Did I do something wrong?
Is this what love is meant to be?
I sided with her, even when I had to fight my own kin.

Rustle rustle, the chimes would shift,
Stored in such a small space, they must feel rather miffed.
But what if the noise annoyed her?
I lost all else I had--I couldn't lose them too.

I'm sorry.
I wonder time and time again;
What if I hadn't met them?
But I would be
so
alone.