At that time when fairies
With fluttering wings flew above
Those sprinkles of dust seemed to forget
Her wide red eyes glazed with tears.

Thrashing and screaming
This was the third time that night
An ear-splitting wail that of a child
Pierced her ears each time.

One more chance she begged
To prove it an accident
But the child faded away
Each time she tried touching it.

She could still remember
For she was awake during it all
A miracle or curse surely latter
She had to witness the heartbreak.

Limb by limb they tore it apart
Endings it’s life in a span of time
No act of...