Week 1
The fae are creatures that fly with ease
Their wings flutter through the crisp autumn breeze
Though Fern can\'t fly as he likes
He\'s found someone of equal delight
Sitting inside, shielded from the chilly air
He\'s with someone who truly cares
Arcade walks in, hot chocolate in tow
Sitting down, he turns on a show
Soon enough, stars blanket the sky
Fern stands up, saying goodbye
Arcade suggests the fae sleeps here
How could Fern deny someone so dear?
They make their way to bed, cuddling in the sheets
Fern finds this better than any sweets
Arcade holds them close, never letting go
Street lamps outside blanket the room in
a soft golden glow
Week 2
In the forest, the fae run wild
Causing mischief like a child.
Unfortunately, the freedom Fern has is a prison
Cursed then banished by a father that wouldn\'t listen.
Banished to the human realm, the curse stole his magic
His life is now nothing but tragic.
A banished prince, a free bird with clipped wings
To fern these are the same thing.
One fateful night, he meets a boy.
At first, he wasn’t someone he enjoyed,
But the boy persisted, breaking Ferns walls
It’s not long after, Fern begins to fall
They talk near daily, often about Ferns curse
The boy tries everything, his methods quite diverse.
Eventually, the boy falls too.
Idiots in love, but nothing new.
Week 3
Moths are creatures that thrive in the dark
For humans, navigating the night is no walk in the park.
Only in our dreams may we fly
Gravity is the one thing we cannot deny
In the night, a storm rages on
Feelings swim around like fish in a pond
Fern lays in his cave thinking of Arcade
Dreaming of the touch he is depraved
Arcade is up late, rain pattering hard on his windows
Studying for his finals, trying to get all the info
His mind begins to drift to Fern
Thinking of the cuddles he so yearns
Arcade\'s finals drift them apart,
But nothing can stop the love of two hearts
Soon enough, Arcade will go to Fern
Fern will tell Arcade his forgiveness is to be earned
Arcade will eventually be forgiven
No matter what, the two won\'t be riven
Eventually, in the future they\'ll realize their feelings
Until then, their love is
just sprouted seedlings
Week 4
Mirrors are the ultimate truthfulness
It spares nothing and shows with absolute ruthlessness
Sitting by the lake, Fern looks down
He stares at himself, tunnel vision on the cursed crown
His mind wanders to that fateful day
his coronation taken away without giving him a say
He dawned on his mother\'s crown, not meaning to cause harm
How was he supposed to know there was a curse upon it acting as an alarm?
He fidgets with the crown of thorns
Fingers poking at the item he\'s forced to adorn
Suddenly he jerks his hand away from his head
He sees that now his finger is painted in his red
Blood drips down, causing soft ripples in the water
Ripples cause his reflection to falter
Soon enough he hears a splash
Notices his beloved had taken a crash
Arcade stands up, water dripping back into the pond
However their looks at one another are nothing but fond
He makes his way over, brandishing a smile
A look so bright, you could see it from a mile
Fern can\'t help but have a small smile too
Arcades contagious happiness however, is nothing new
They talk for hours, Fern eating sweets
Arcade stays with Fern until nighttime blankets the streets
Soon enough Arcade says goodbye
He promises to return with food to replenish ferns supply
Fern watches as he beloved leaves
Wonders how their lives have become like to strings in a weave
Once a boy who who was nothing more than a flea,
Has now become someone he could never not need
He\'ll sleep in his hammock, wearing Arcade’s soft clothes
Crickets make noise as the cave is bathed in the moon\'s soft silver glow
Week 5
In the night, deep in the forest
Crickets and frogs sing in a chorus.
Wandering deep, is a banished prince
The world he comes from would be considered a myth
He wanders around feeling betrayed
His father banished him, his coronation depraved
Walking around as nothing but a lost soul
Trying to figure out a new world and his role
He reminisces on his childhood
Thinking of the happy memories as he roams the Wildwoods
Soon he finds a cave with a pond
Eventually he\'ll have memories of fond
But right now, it\'s a shell of a home
He\'ll forage for food, in bushes he\'ll comb
Eventually he\'ll find a friend,
But right now he\'ll have to fend.