White Heather

This was wrote under the influence of one scottish legend and A.Poe's 'The Fay Island'

When a laughter doesn't lavish
When your smile blaze no more
Legends say a fairy dieth
There where heather grow

When last ray of daylight dimeth
And deep shadow claims its' right
Tinging tender chuckle ceases,
Gusting vapor blurs her sight.

Pallid meadows of white heather
As a solace in distress.
Fairy floating like a feather
To its' final resting place.

Let those herbs of bloodless semblance
Bloom in high and distant place
Smile again and in resemblance
Wee enchantress will embrace.