Are Fairies Real

I am the angry of the gods, so real, so blessed my touch could steal, often, set a trance, but sometimes tender as in a lady that would tempt me to dance. to the stars i take a glance. I surrender, for all I remember, As tall and powerful as that of a timber. just as innocent as a child, her touch I remember. i raise, I put the world as far and deep as trapped in a daze bring fire and brimstone where all we graze. I left you my message but in this phrase. It must end. I told you i send you death my friend. only as swift as the wind. My father had give me my soul to lend. Tis my fate. For the world had turned my love to hate. so there is the sound. To the ends, but still the world go round. Thus my friend for my fate had touch the ground, I'm here.