The leaves blow
Over my half-dead yard,
And I can't help but remember
The games we played
Back in fifth grade, when things were…
Imaginary lands would fly past
Our very fingertips,
As we danced and played in the
Shadows of the real world,
Because it was always just a game to us.
My hair would fly past my shoulders in fantastical
Always impossibly long,
Always getting prettier.
I would leap from tree to tree in joy
And my cool leafy
Would flow past my legs,
Camouflaging me from the
In a lacy green canopy,
Because after all,
I was the
I called myself Ivy.
Childish giggles erupted freely from my throat
In those times,
And magic swirled
From my palms.
And I used it with skill and precision,
Without ever learning how.
Looking through the trees, my
Would catch a glimpse of orange,
Until finally the source of the glowing light would
Be right in front of me,
And I knew her,
And I was not afraid,
Because she loved me.
And her name was Ophelia,
And she was a Fire Faerie,
And she was my friend.
When the great northern winds struck a note,
We'd know who to thank.
It was her doing,
It was Sierra the Air Faerie's job to oversee the winds and the skies,
And she did it, and she did it well.
And Sami was responsible for the heat that
Let the universe thrive;
For the sun that warmed our backs and our wings,
And made it possible for us to live…
Or so she liked to think.
But we loved her as well, loved
Sami, our very own
And still yet, beyond the forces of our own realm,
Beyond my earth and
Ophelia's oceans and
Suni's lands and
Lay the domain of Starr, the Space Faerie.
She had the greatest power of all, the power to
Zap us from our world of happiness and joy to
Of popularity and teachers and misery and rejectance.
She had a responsibility that none of us wished to bear,
And we never once questioned her ability to run
Until one day, she stopped being able to.
Light fell first.
Sami fought with Sierra,
A bitter battle of cutting remarks,
None of which I'd known could have existed in the dominion of our safety.
Relinquished her powers to Space
Sierra was struck,
A broken shell of the girl she'd been before,
And she was in the shadow of her fellow fallen faerie.
I couldn't help her.
We knew it wouldn't be long before she'd left us alone,
Left our world for theirs,
Left the world we ruled together for one ruled by a select few.
Air fell next.
Starr was unquestionably to blame,
But where did such feelings belong in this land?
I tried to hide them,
To remove such thoughts of fault from my head.
But it was no use—
She had left us, too.
The night she left our world for the last time,
Whispering haughtily under her breath,
Was the time my dear friend Ophelia left, too.
Not out of admittance to what Starr had done to our perfect land, but
Out of defeat.
She was tired of living a broken magic.
She layed her powers to rest
Space fell. Fire fled. The world burned.
I was left.
Even now, as I look out of my grey,
I wonder still—
Can we ever regain what we'd lost?
Can we ever be the blissful children we once were?
Can we ever have that magic back?
But I know the answer without having to ask anyone.
There can't be any magic
Without the people who make it.
I can't do magic alone.
That was the night I left my world to rot,
To stay and be still.
That was the night I stopped trusting our power,
To be stronger.
The leaves float past my window again, and I can't keep myself from wondering.
What would it be like
If the world had not
What would it be like to be simple again?