By The Rest

On its way to next
By an era of rest
Makes the monster loiter
And hence birth of another text

Its sacred and curved hair
Wrinkled face to its phantom dear
A height of goddess feet of deer
All these are of a lady who is out
Of a phantom’s care

A fleshless bony fairy child
An aimless lovely feathery wild
Spotted green and yellow yet pink is mild
She, the fairy lady on her Penny paper piled………