I have a little faerie girl who lives inside my head,
She keeps me up way late at night when I should be in bed...
She whispers tales of places far, and creatures strange and new,
Demanding I write down the words and paint the pictures, too!
So what compels me to create whatever she may say?
Because I fear if I do not, she may just go away!
So if I seem distracted with my head all in a whirl,
I am only listening to my little faerie girl.
- Thorne of Faeriewylde