Fey Child

Looking up at the sky,

As I watch the stars smile,

I dream I can fly,

Not chained to the earth.

I look and find,

The strange magic they hold.

No longer their kind,

I can only watch

And yet I am glad,

That I can still see behind the veil.

Even though I am sad,

As my soul still belongs to them.

A child who knows what she used to be

And watches the fey,

Which others can't see,

And mourns what she has lost.