Just a little poem I wrote. It's about Holly Black's 'Tithe', written in a solitary fey's point of view. Disclaimer: Holly Black owns 'Tithe' and all other friggin masterpeices of gothic faeire works. No ownage what so ever. So yeah, enjoy.


Butterfly with angel wings

and as the world turns

the clock ticks sings

A morning's breath

will follow close her death

and once again my chains

will unbind me,

free.

Free as a bird,

Free to play,

Free to seek revenge,

and free to seek avenge.

Free for seven years

that debt has been paid...

and all because of the blood not laid

on the Iron that day.

Wispsof breath that I might have

for me

A solitary fey.

Because I'm free...

Free as a

Butterfly with angel wings...