The Fairy

I went to a meadow
Beyond the meadow was a forest
Inside the forest was a fairy
A dainty small thing
With feet like a dolls
And skin like painted gold
Her eyes like silk flowers
Her lips like autumn leaves
Her violet eyes looked at me
They looked sad
Her mouth drew down
I had invaded
Her wings fluttered
Until they stopped
They crumbled
Her arm reached out to me
It wrinkled
It turned to bone
Which turned to dust
Her face turned grey
Her eyes rolled
To show white
Her cheeks sunk
She turned to dust
I reached out to try and save her
But her body was sand through my trembling fingers
And it was my fault
The Fairy was gone
The forest turned black
The trees to dust
The meadow was gone
A barren desert lie beneath my feet
The meadow
The forest
They have passed
The Fairy
she has died
I invaded
It is my fault
The magic is gone