A Faery
Morning calls, and so I fly.
Near the walls, ready to die.
The girl will come, and she will see
Pick up my body, to look at me
I will bite her, because I can,
And she shall yell at that little man
I will be forgotten, but I don't mind
I am not what she came to find
The day begins, and life anew
She'll discover she loves him too.