Wing-blade sprites protect a spirit’s life-fight,
Guiding, from hiding, whispering advice,
Ethereally formed of crystals and light.
Faerie Wing-Blade was young, and, silly-wise.

She often rushed in too fast to be seen,
Or waited too long to aid human beings,
Creating a mish-mash of obtusing
‘tweens’, not so good a quality, seeing

She was a Daemon of enlightened kind.
The corruption of Earth had destroyed much,
Resulting in freedom with tightened binds.
Faerie Wing-Blade was young, and, ached as such.

She raised her head, thanked Creator for Life,
Then flew down to Earth to help Man-In-Strife.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/17/06