The Sending of Liraelith and the Fae
The summons came from thrones of argent flame,
Where Lords of Light, of Time, of Truth did reign.
They called the Fae, each bound by starry name,
To weave new dawns across a boundless plane.
“Bring hope where shadows fall, and songs remain.
Let mortals dream beyond their mortal sight.
Through you shall visions bloom, and hearts regain
The courage born of wonder, pure and bright—
Go forth, O children fair, and carry Light.”
Then light burst forth, a brilliance pure and wide,
As the Fae spell lifted them from earth.
The dome above rose vast on every side,
Its lamps were stars in golden, gleaming mirth.
It felt like Phantasia remade, a place of birth.
For wonder, wealth, and stories yet untold.
The ceiling soared, a marvel of great girth—
Like Heavon’s own mantle, its arches bold,
Made her heart feel small, and every eye behold.
Now Liraelith, the dawn’s first radiant flame,
Stepped forth and raised her hand toward the skies.
Her voice like morning winds, the others came,
Each weaving hues where dark horizons lie.
They sowed the sparks of vision, far did fly,
To mortal minds kindling dreams anew.
The night grew thinner, brighter by and by—
And where they wandered, every shadow knew
That light and truth eternal would shine through.
WoPoLi 
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