And flew to my windowsill
I asked if it would like to stay
And it nodded wanting its fill
The faery sat and tossed her hair
Her wings spread and shining
Her face was as delicate as it was fair
And I noted that she was crying
I asked her if she wanted to speak
To tell of her trial and fear
She simply nodded and with her voice meek
She said, "I will, my dear...
You see, my kind are being forgot
Young children no longer see
I fear, with us no longer being sought
Torture will come to me.
I have a need, perhaps a desire
To be needed, and join with your kind
To dance with you at the Beltaine fire
But now, it is hard to find
Please don't give up hope on us
Remember we want to give aid
I am not going to put up a fuss
But sometimes I think you're afraid.
I know not all faerys are soothing
But hear out my tale at the least
I stand here for proving
Not all faerys are beasts
So please, ask us to join you
Let us be your dear friends
We will give and receive you
All the way to the ends."
And with that the faery, she left me
And headed back to her home glade
I sense her soul is now free
For the music for my soul she played.
