My Fallen Fay

Twas’ by a waterfall quite late, Beneath the stars, full moon awake, I saw my tiny love, my Fay, Upon a mossy bank, she lay; At first glance, I thought a dragonfly, Poor thing had died whilst on the fly, Fell there dead on that cold wet ground, Until a closer look, bent down; What I thought a mosquito hawk, Sent me shivers whilst I gawked, Arms, two legs, such delicate wings, With Violet gown laid my undine; I dare not touch her least she break, Then realized it was my fate, To take her home, to mend her there, My little Fay with golden hair; I placed her in a matchbox bed, A cotton ball beneath her head, Cut blankets from a silken scarf, And tucked her in with weeping heart; The days that passed where dreary ones, For I was worse than faerie dumb, And cursed myself each pacing night, Inept to help my fading sprite; With drooping eyes, and quite depressed, I felt my heart sink in my chest, My dear sweet Fay was turning blue, And there was nothing I could do; My shoulders shook, my tears were rain, My love for Fay an aching pain, I prayed take me, take me instead, Then little Fay moved in her bed; Into the air, a dart she flew, Her wings a blur, no longer blue, Around my head, she circled twice, Then out the window, lost to night; My heart became an empty thing, Until I heard the buzz of wings, And saw sweet Fay had spun around With wand in hand, she shrunk me down; My clothes are piled on the floor, Gargantuan garb, which I once wore, Dear Fay prefers my naked skin, And woods have spider webs to spin.