Insubstantial

Insubstantial waif that never really came to be.
Child of pure magic fantasy.
Faery of the misty island's seas.
Magic fading in the distance of their very disbelief.
They never meant to keep her waiting there.
And yet they never really cared for her.

Tears of rain were turning plains
into a tangled jungle. She flew,
and yet the thrill of flight was gone.
She only ever needed one, just one.
Lost and found and lost again
within the earthen world's spin.

Their fear of time was altering the joy.
Instead of nurturing, they just employed.
Users in the basest sense of all.
Rising just to fall into another worthless loop.
The dreams that they once shared together
burnt to less than ash. No phoenix rose
in glory to expose another chance.

Helpless, she could only watch.
Hopelessness, the cost of their disease.
The glitter of the silver/gold became the heat
of molten dissolution and defeat.
Psychic bombs of subtlety from altered dispositions.
Aim, release and let them fly.
Get busy now, you need to yet create
another endless alibi.

Deep, the feel of underground explosions.
Over time, the shell would simply crumble,
falling into outer space again. Oh, the look
upon their face, when craters were revealed.
Standing still, they sank into the sands
of what was once a lush and growing land.

Wings fluttering, she flies into the skies.
Insubstantial waif that never really came to be.
Child of pure magic fantasy.
Faery of the misty island's seas.
Magic fading in the distance of their very disbelief.
They never meant to keep her waiting there.
And yet they never really came
to care for her at all...

? Michaelette ?

6/17/2002
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