Mysterious Dryad

Mystery, where have you gone

You were always picking apples from the tree

Seeking to be part of the family

The enthusiasm you expressed was overwhelming

Every challenge every story, bore your fingerprints

Rapidly you rose from the shadows

In an instant, your name was up in flashing lights

On the flash fiction forum, you became our star

Using your unquenchable enthusiasm

Surely you raised the bar

Do us all a favour

Rekindle your fire

You were a light in the dark

And surely you have more to offer

Dryad, please stop hiding in those trees

Footnote: This Christmas gift poem is dedicated to Mystery (Mysterious Dryad), for the effort and enthusiasm you showed at PP, STS and the FFF, and of course our little acrostic collaboration, Nymph.