Princess De Hadas

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Magick beat on the wings of a butterfly pollinating gardens

every kiss upon a flower's face left a glowing blush

dew was being basted on the blades of grass,

bees were supping of their morning tea and honey

just before the dawn of the age of man

when purple gold imbued the land

For centuries the fairy princess whose friends carved every snowflake by hand,

picked up and painted all the leaves that fell from trees

to place them back on branches so they may fall again

who were the glimmer of light in cool lakes in summer

and who scented the wind with fresh sweetness

to see people smile when they remembered...

all the life in the forests

the fairy princess and all the life in the forests

for centuries were innocent

The humans frolicked through nature naked and pure

with simple pleasures in the paradise they never asked for

firebugs kept them warm and the lightning bugs made them safe

they were joyously harmonious; one with the fae in their prancing

until on unfortunate day, a child cupped the princess in her hands

capturing the fairy during a game of chase, The Day the Forest Stopped Dancing

Awakened as if from a trance people began to build homes from the trees

make tools and take game for feasts, robed in furs

while the little girl heard the princess' pleas

in exchange for release, the fairy would grant any wish of hers

the people built a settlement, smoke from their fires overtook the scented breeze

the child brought the fairy to them, knowing she'd have to grant wishes for all the curs

In the center of town there was a stump, which soon became a cage for the princess

as she was forced to hold audience, her magick left the forest in excess

it flowed into their civilization, stone buildings, horse-drawn buggies and silk

they were nomadic and naked one day, the next herding cattle and churning milk

in weeks the advancements were industrial, coal, steel and steam

the fairy rarely slept, sometimes granting wishes she heard in a dream

her cage was elaborate, glass, pistons, iron, steel, the works, it encompassed the stump that was its foundation

allowed little air and no privacy, her wings became weak without the freedom to fly

guards all day and all night could hear her cry

Without her magick the forest fell into disarray

idyllic no more, the animals fled from hunters and the insects were subservient to their routines, they forgot to play

generations passed, long removed from the child who caught the princess in her very hands

before the fairy was no more than a butterfly encased in resin, dug up in strange lands.