Fairy Poem

A forlorn frown mars a childish face
a single tear falls in disgrace
a hurt far worse than a broken wing
to be shunned for the song you sing

the birds take off in jealous droves
mocking voices heard in the cloves
an angry chirp, a mocking glare
is too much for her to bear

as she leaves the light grows dim
the air has lost its sacred hymn
her song is gone and so's her power
the stem grows weak on every flower

a man though dressed in clothes so poor
can not hide his magical lure
his fairy princess, he loved so much
a tiny dream, he could not touch

through the blossoms their love lived on
but where is the dream if love is gone
though its been less than one hour
death has come to every flower

he shakes and stares and falls down dead
his bag of birdseed left unshed
the birds realize what has been done
their demise has just begun

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