VOLUME I : The Rise of The Wicked Fairy Once upon a time, There lived a wicked fairy... Her heart had the pure fragrance of the rose and it's glory; But her thorns thrived so sharp That they pricked all her daisies. She yelled for many butterflies, But they were scared to play pretty. They flew far away from her Whenever she smiled with merry. Her teeth were long and gigantic That made her a charming fairy; But her horns from a sudden scar Made her wicked, hazard & lazy. All the shining princes left The lonely wicked fairy, When the twentieth night arrived Of her hazy teenaged misery. This is when her sullen soul Peered for spells of insanity. This is her DIARY of her TEENAGED JOURNEY where she had buried her teenaged beans. Look for the strings and let her know who has been holding her limbs. Find her buried soul and send her a message if you have survived the spring. Only and only the winter nights can weaken her spells and dreams.