There was once a fairy who moved In a blue-black vacuum blur, as though she owned The absence of things and the line separating it all. She walked thumpingly, never believing her feet Would hit the ground, forever forgetting The prison of her human body.
She grew, once; a fairy who moved On a true tack towards the world below. The absence of magic startled her so that she rejected The line separating it all. She gave selflessly, emptying Her magic to the earth, through The prism of her human body.