the fairy's wings shone like the moon
with bright white gems strung through her dress
face pale as death and dreary gloom
eyes green like spring, once filled with bliss
all joy is drained and laughter gone
florescent wings lye still as grave
though she is dead, the stars shine on
on faded petals she is laid
and sent on streams so blue and clear
all dreams gone from her pale green eyes
all life and joy had seemed so near
she never thought they would be lies
mind filled with fear and dread and doom
all that is gone now and she rests
the tearful leaves were soaked with dew
her laugh still rung through the forest
it shall never forget the fairy it knew
