She grasped the ancient silver locket closer to her heart
Not gold only the purest silver could carry this curious Fae magic
Inside was a dear object from which she could never be parted
Opened to reveal a miniature painting of a young Fae fair yet tragic
Because of course Fae couldn\'t, wouldn\'t ever be photographed
A sad reminder of a time when her life had not yet been torn in half
Within the filigreed silver, she still sensed his spirited essence
Love to be forbidden forever by one motion of an Elder Fae\'s staff
The Elder Fae Council had refused this pairing of such different worlds
In despair, he gave up all and entered this silver that she now wore
His own spell cast before the council\'s conjuration could be unfurled
She searched the world read every tome seeking to find some magical lore
A long dedicated life when at long last she found the desired encantation
She practiced till she perfected the arcane lines she would have to deliver
Deep within her soul she now felt a stir of renewed hope and elation
She cast her spell then left us to join her love within the purest of silver