On the morning of May 28th, 13 residents of the Sunnydale Retirement Home were found collapsed on the outside grounds, 6 of them dead from apparent exhaustion, including 85 year old Amanda Craig

A strange girl Amanda Craig
Odd and distracted and wild eyed
With stories of friends she had made

Who lived in the woods
And whenever she could
She would run off to play with
Throughout all the day

Weep not my child, for who
One night's dance, a life will see you through

A strange girl Amanda
That mark on her hand
And when taunted she'd
Just glide oblivious by

But some had decided
In scorn and despisement
Her torment would taste good
And thus by and by

The bullies they badgered and bothered and beat her
'til one Monday when they no longer went near
They came to school with an odd look of strange terror
Avoided her, trembled, even cried a few tears
Weep not my child, for who
One night's dance, a life will see you through

By mid teens Amanda was absent so often
Some say she ran naked through forests at night
Her parents would shrug and exchange glances
Knowing the woods were her mate and the fairies her guides

Adults now, those bullies invoked the authorities
"For her own good we must put her away"
It took time to capture but in the asylum
For 60 years they threw Amanda Craig

Weep not my child, for who
One night's dance, a life will see you through

At 85 in an old home sat Amanda
And also those bullies who put her away
Old now they all watch TV in the Commons
Until the warm night when the fairies they came

Weep not my child for Amanda
The fae came the night 'fore she died for this one last soiree
Weep not my child for the bullies
For out of the window they climbed and danced with the Fae
And though on that night they all died from exhaustion
They begged her forgiveness with tears in their eyes
They all agreed it was the finest
The greatest the most sublime night they had had in their lives

Weep not my child, for who
One night's dance, a life will see you through