Merchant Of Pixie Dust

Nadavrock
1 min readMay 25, 2024

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Quotes

Addictions always exaggerate their necessity to your happiness

In a glade where starlight whispers,

A goblin’s clutch with orbs does glow,

Red-spotted fur, a bounty’s keeper,

Offers treasures that shimmer so.

Beside him floats a fairy azure,

Wings agleam with celestial light,

Drawn to the glow, innocence unsure,

Her gaze locked on the glowing bright.

“Tempting orbs of radiant hue,

Promise of joy in each sphere,

Yet beware, sweet fairy, for they woo

With a whisper that preys on fear.”

Each orb, a whisper of false need,

Seduces with its lustrous call,

“Without us, your heart will bleed,

In our light, you’ll never fall.”

But the azure fairy, lost and drawn,

Believes the whispers of the orbs’ allure,

Misled by gleam, her caution shorn,

In addiction’s grasp, her thoughts unsure.

For though the orbs with magic shine,

Their promise a deceiving veneer,

She yearns for them, thinking them divine,

Unaware that freedom’s joy is near.

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