This is...um...just something that popped out of my mind. o.o;; Enjoy, I guess...

I saw the faery crying

Her heart, so sad and torn

She made me want to sing for her

And feel her perfect mourn

Tears danced on her lips

As she sobbed, screamed, and kicked

Her wings broke in half

Revealing blood, dirt, and sticks

I saw the faery dying

Her voice, so ragged and stiff

She called to me and told me

That she hadn't much time left

"Good mortal, take my child, and raise her as your own,

Or my good mortal, she shall vanish into stone."

So I took the baby in my arms

His eyes twinkling with innocence

I looked at the faery, which now lay dead

And sighed at the cause of her leave--an ungrateful arrogance.