I flew to you with purpose

Hovered closely so you’d see

I sparkled there with magic light

but all you saw were flashing wings.

Terrified that I would sting you

terrified of such a being

you never paused to see the light

to understand my meaning.

Ripped from me my wings you pinched

tossed my body to the breeze

as if my wings made me a threat

as if without them, I wouldn’t be.

I wanted you to see the light

the light that isn’t mine.

The light I’ve given everything

to serve to help it shine.

the light was blinding in your eyes

yet all that you could see

was something with a power

greater than you’d ever be.

And so you ripped my wings

and tore the spirit from my back,

but you couldn’t rip the light from me,

instead you taught me that

something that I never knew

never needed to possess,

but something that I know is true

and you could never guess.

A pixie doesn’t fly upon the flutter of her wings.

It’s the light inside a pixie that elevates her every being.

You cannot stop a pixie’s flight, Her light will always be.

with endless light she’ll fly, something you never could defeat.

But please, . . . .

enjoy the wings.

They’re poison tipped and oh,

so lethal for all lower beings.