Ongodiyedire

There lived a fairy in Nondally, but she wasn't always seen. The people who did, said her face was gleam. She made the roses bloom, she guarded the loom. She was dressed in green, a clothing fit for a queen. There lived a fairy in Nondally, she barely spoke. Hair  of brass, eyes like it was teary from smoke. She looked at the splendor with eyes of wonder "O' what a scene that stretched to yonder" There lived a fairy in Nondally, I was told. Who could have known how I would feel if I could behold. A beautiful fairy, immaculate beauty It pleases me to pen down this in a jiffy. 

A long night far away from a world you once knew. The streets lit up like dynamite and the air smelled of dust and metal. The rain poured but there wasn't any flood, each trickle hit the ground like sparks of electricity, what could have been a puddle, became streaks of lightning that created a path to infinite places. She wasn't of that world, but it all felt familiar. Her hair, neon with streaks of purple, blue and lilac. She was clothed in metal, shiny, lustrous transparent metal that matched with her umbrella and the bra underneath complemented her lips. Where would she go? A happy place? The perfect place? No one could tell but she knew by following the path the electric rain paved, she would finally be in a place called... Home.