A/N: I saw my first patient die today. It was going to happen some day...

The Pixie Spell

Everyone watches the sunrise
quietly, in awe

Except the mischievous pixies
who sneak off when the world
are entranced
with that big glow

And they play, in that breath of time:
they play merrily,
and bitterly,
till the sun is straight in the sky

And they quickly fall,
dust on the ground,
so when the humans look down,
no longer caught
in their hair-breath's spell.