"In a land where twilight whispers softly through the trees, Lived a fairy queen with a heart as light as breeze. Her name was Elara, with wings of silver light, She danced on moonbeams, weaving dreams in night. One day, a shadow fell upon the glistening glade, A dragon’s roar, a fearsome threat that wouldn't fade. The woodland creatures trembled, their joy now turned to dread, For dark clouds loomed above, where sunlight used to spread. Queen Elara, brave and wise, knew just what must be done, She gathered all her magic under the rising sun. With a chant of ancient power and a sprinkle of her dust, She crafted a plan both clever and just. A crystal heart, she forged with care, To shine with hope and chase despair. She set it on a pedestal high, And watched as the dragon flew from the sky. The beast was fierce, with scales like night, But the heart’s warm glow was a wondrous sight. It filled the dragon’s heart with peace, And from that moment, fears did cease. No longer a menace, the dragon became a friend, And peace returned to the glade once again. Elara’s kingdom thrived under the spell she wove, In a land where dreams and magic rove. So if you ever see a glimmer in the night, It might be Elara, dancing in the moonlight. For in every tale where kindness takes its stand, A little bit of magic fills the land. ©twisha ray "