WIND-CHILD
I believed that you always would be there -
a faery child, awaiting the storm.
I watched over you as best I could
to allay my fears, as well as your own.
Then one day
I heard the rush and whistling
of the approaching wind.
But even though he was strong
when he came, he did not roar like a beast
but instead blew slowly, so very slowly
and piece by hurtful piece,
like an evil wizard
with a magic wand
he stole your youth
and your beauty
and finally your life
secretly, before I knew it.
Art by Terri Windling
