their stems will shy in the other direction
as if a magnetic force is pulling them into hell
all at their own free will

the fairies will go and tell their friends to lock their doors tonight
closing up the curtains with fear in their small eyes
they won’t sleep tonight
cradling their wings

the moon will hide behind the dark clouds, not daring to ever peep out, at least until the sun is ready
and everything is pitch black

curious eyes will peep through the leaves but only for a second
watching distressed fairies only makes them want to close their eyes
they will forever hide away from the scary light

and i don’t want to die anymore
but i guess i can’t save all of these things
i’ll just pray that the fairies will wake up tomorrow