"An invite to the Halloween Special Ball! Don't think I registered, though I don't recall." The difficult lady Virginia thought aptly.

"This must be a mistake. He hates me." She said flatly.

"Perhaps he's changed?" Running fast, she hurried to put on a dress.

Outside the palace, a large crowd scurried; all dressed to impress.

"Wait there a second!" A gardener beckoned and held out a flower.

She smiled nervously and said earnestly, "hey, well look at the hour!"

But he blocked her path and all she could see was a name tag that said: Landon Quert.

"Whatever you do, don't drink the lambswool." His voice came out low with power. Carefully placing the blossom in her hair, then wiping his hands on his shirt. That was all he blurt, while he stood with a distant gaze and a glower.

She picked up her skirt and ran into the ballroom, almost colliding with a waiter. Snatching one of the mirrored flutes, "maybe this will make the night turn out better later!"

Drinking very greedily, she pranced around after a half-hour. Which made Count Morcerf evidently displeased and looking most sour.

Music began to swell, echoing through the hall and announcing the concert. Muses started to sway, enthralling, creating a feeling of disconcert.

Round and round the room spun and soon her face began to discolour. Down she went with a splat, it seemed her final minutes weren't duller.

The mirrored flute burst with a flash then started to decompress. Well, that was a first and something she needed to reassess.

Reaching for it, she soon discovered something haply. Pulled into a vortex and landed elsewhere promptly.

It seemed she was no longer at the ball. On a road full of sticks lined up compactly. She looked around, but where was she exactly? Green sky? This was definitely not the hall.

The last memory she had was when she fell down in distress. "Suddenly, I'm in another world? This I need to process."

"The tree that chimes music, it's actually quite ghastly!"

"And steer clear of those silver bells!" Small voices spoke with excess.

She looked around for them and swiveled her head madly. "What? Who's there? I'm sorry, but I can't see you! I must confess."

"She's wearing the hawthorn blossom ... gotten herself in a mess!"

"You know that I can hear you, right?" She muttered flatly.

"If you'd just look up, then you'll see." It spoke sadly.

Little creatures hung on a tree branch. Humanoids, more or less. They had clawed feet! She began to blanch, staring daftly.

"That's why we didn't want you to look!" One shifted abruptly.

"How rude can you be? You really have some gall!" Another one began to scream with a squall.

"It's just ... never seen people like you." She said aptly.

"Cursed is what we are. An error committed ... vastly."

"What was it?" She asked, her face showing appall.

"Doesn't matter. Beware of the Queen is all."

"Go down the road. Don't stray." One climbed down deftly. Waving and then running away adeptly. Running away, faster than if it were tall. Leaving her there to think of what could befall.

"Good-bye!" The rest of them left once and for all.

She walked down the road, no faster than a crawl. But soon she heard it, a master played the call. The gentle music sent her into a thrall.

So to the tree she went, where she would soon fall. "Eh, no need to hurry." She said with a drawl. Yawning and stretching, she curled into a ball.

***[596 words]***

Food for the Fae Queen. Yeah, the hawthorn blossom, it's an early bloomer in this story.

AABBCCDDEDEDFFDDEEDDCCAAABBACCDEDEEDDEBBAABBAABBAAAA[on and on]. Unlike my other story, where I should have used lower case a1 and A2 a2 etc. This one is just standard repetition and easier to explain.

Syllables A:11 B:13 C:15 D:17 E:19 F:21

Originally it was going to be [beginning of sentence-end of sentence]: stressed-unstressed, stressed-stressed, stressed-unstressed, unstressed-stressed, stressed-unstressed, stressed-stressed. With strict variations within it in the experiment, but after it was almost 30 minutes per every 2 lines, I changed the story. Turns out a lot of stressed syllables wouldn't translate well into American English. It was also going to match the song above, but there was absolutely no way I would have submitted it in time. The other experiment worked out much better, despite the occasional breaks.

Thanks for reading!