I went looking for fairies

And angels and gnomes

Hungry for the sacred and for the unknown

I tried each fanciful story ever grown

I searched all the places

And ways to might find them

But didn’t

An empty ache I wanted to leave

But it wouldn’t

Grew

Right where a unicorn might have lain down to rest

This fantastic fantom limb ached in my chest

It settled in where my mistake

It lived, it thrived and bred

Eventually, I did give up the search

When all it’s joys had fled

I put hope down

And picked up despair instead

And let it ramble through my head

Except in a corner my secret face

A holy of holies dusted well-lit place

With plenty of inner pocket space

There yet remains a sacred quiet grace

For davas daemons and fairy rings

Just in case