At the water's edge
a lovely shade of red
three leaves that bled
as autumn raised its head
And then came doubt
of all those conforming creeds
that men believed
and had instilled in me
That fairies flew above the trees
and elves drank of honeydew from off the leaves
in Fairyland Queen Mab they knew
lived within a rainbow too
Yet upon the water's edge
all that had been for me was dead
three leaves that bled
truth from mortal beauty led
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Very Good. The content is certainly focused and laid out in wonderful form. Adeline