Tinkerbell is Dead


The greatest sorrow

Is the sorrow

Of childhood's end.

"I don't believe in fairies."

Tinkerbell is dead.

Believing in magic

Never hurt anyone,

So why does she

Blind herself

To the most beautiful of things?

She's ripping out her

Pigtails

The way she tore

The pixie's wings.

And now one sprite

Falls to the ground,

A six-year-old's first

Murder.

Tinkerbell is dead.