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In a glade where shadows sway, A goblin sits, in quiet fray. With ears that twitch, eyes like night, He waits for magic, pure and bright.
A fairy comes, on wings of glee, Her aura dances, wild and free. With a twinkle swift, she takes her place, In the quiet woods, a sacred space.
"Hello, dear goblin," she whispers sweet, With a voice like bells, a melody to greet. "Dear fairy," he grins, a toothy smile, In this enchanted glade, they'd talk awhile.
Beneath the moon's soft silvery glow, They speak in whispers, voices low. Of secrets held in forest's heart, Of magic spells, of ancient art.
Two worlds collide, in twilight's grace, A goblin and fairy, in close embrace. In the woods, they share their lore, In rhymes and tales, forevermore.