WIND-CHILD

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