Protector of magic,
Weaver of light,
guide us through the unyielding night.
Fly up high,
If you dare,
Shadows encroach and you must beware.
Wish to fight,
To hammer down those who shine bright.
One so fair,
I am here to heed your prayer.
A poem by Helena Stringer
Fantasy Faire is only here for a short period of time, and while many of us wish it wasn’t so, and we could have the sims for a whole month, or more, it is not to be.