Once Upon a Queer: Part III - Fairy Labyrinth
The saga continues, read the Part III of the fairytale. April Touch is where the Fairy Labyrinth takes place! Join for a magical night!
Through the arch of shimmer and light,
The villagers emerged into velvet night.
A forest aglow, humming soft in the air,
A breathing dream—lush, wild, rare.
Fireflies pulsed, their rhythm untamed,
Flowers unfurled, blushing when named.
Petals brushed bare skin like a lover’s sigh,
Vines curled ‘round wrists, eager to tie.
Then laughter—soft, sultry, near—
A flicker of wings, a whisper to hear:
“Follow me, just follow me—
Drop with ease, down to your knees…”
The villagers gasped, their pulses unsteady,
For something had shifted—the air was heady.
Fairies wove light with mischievous hands,
Spinning the labyrinth from whispered commands.
Arches of ivy, corridors of sin,
Each passage a riddle, a test from within.
To go forward, they must let go,
Strip their fears, let their desires show.
The fairies beckoned, soft and sly,
Through alcoves where temptations lay.
A fairie’s voice in a glade of delight,
A stranger’s fingers in the hush of night.
One met a mirror, their past gazing back,
A version erased, a life lived in lack.
“Take me with you,” the reflection implored,
“Or leave me behind—be something more.”
Another found rooms of silk and perfume,
Where lips made promises, bodies made room.
A whispered confession, a bitten-back moan,
Pleasure unfolding like petals full-blown.
Yet the path was winding, the journey unclear,
Desire and truth entwined with fear.
Still, in the echoes, the faeries teased,
Their voices thick with hunger and need:
“Follow me, just follow me—
On your knees, take me in deep…”
Some wove through chambers where old love lay,
Ghosts of kisses that faded away.
Some faced chains that they’d worn too tight,
And melted them down in the fevered night.
The deeper they wandered, the freer they grew,
Bodies electric, hearts wild and new.
Hands found hands, strangers turned kin,
A family reborn in the labyrinth’s spin.
At last, at the maze’s luminous core,
A final challenge stood at the door.
A gate of stardust, pulsing and wide,
A threshold to galaxies blooming inside.
One by one, they stepped through the glow,
Villagers no longer, transformed head to toe.
Wrapped in moonfire, kissed by the trees,
Unshackled, unburdened, alive on the breeze.
Beyond the portal, a cosmos unfurled,
A garden of planets, a queer, endless world.
They left as explorers, dreamers, divine—
Their next destination: Afterglow Pride.
June 28th—Galactic Gardens call.
The villagers are gone. They are stars, after all.
