All the fairies, oh how they used to be so alive. But they've never been the same, no never since He came.
He strode into their village one night, a sickly smile about His face. A cloak black as night, He stole away into the forest with the fairies at His heels.
Oh, how I miss the shine of the fairies wings before He came into their home. They'd been beautiful; colors spun of silk, reflecting each individual. Fairies had been such kind and caring creatures.
But that was long ago.
Because of Him, the fairies wings lost their beauty. The wings now resemble that of a lowly moth; there's no personality to them anymore. Fairies have no care anymore; the forest goes uncared for.
I was left in the loneliness; in the dark forest. Alone, I look around smiling.
He has taken them away from me.
The fairies who used to dance and play;
They were taken from me one day.
By the man in the cloak who carried a feeling of dread,
I was told my precious fairies, all, were dead.He came to me, a whisper in the black night. His breath was the slight breeze as I stood in the remains of the village. The bodies of the fairies lay about the ground. Silhouettes in the night, they never moved.
It was a night full of wonderment as I realized just what had taken those delightful fairies away and turned them into children of the night. It was a strange sensation, then.
Upon hearing the news, a smile formed upon my lips.