Tell me

Tell me a story,
won't you? Please?
The one about strangers amongst the leaves.
Where neither smog, nor smoke
has touched the air,
and no one cares about the grass
that's stuck in your hair.

Tell me all about elves,
the pixies, the fae.
Their adventures and games,
their songs, their names.

I want to fly with them,
with wings on my back.
Explore all the forests,
and deep lakes of black.

Of what I might find there,
I'm not afraid.
Because no matter what they must face
on their darkest of days,
it must be worth it.
Or else why would they stay?

Their gifts of magic,
youth and flight,
the way they must shine
through even the blackest of nights,
is the type of fantasy world that given half the chance
I would make mine.