Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Glass, Wands, and Wings ❯ Glass, Wands, and Wings ( Chapter 1 )

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I watch as she plays, magic wand in hand
Poised, pondering, joyful and grand

Caught up in her own world of everything pure

Not yet pulled in by the powerful lure

Of Earth as we know it

As sad as we know it

Glowing, shining, dimming and done

This is how most of our lives are run

Such a playful child, a fragile thing

How long till glass shatters `round her being

Must live for now, must plan for tonight

Too risky to assume tomorrow's light

Shaky and pale be the moon above us

Promising nothing for years before us

So clear your throat, make toasts with delight

Enjoy your short journey, enjoy your short flight

As time goes on, the small fairy grows

Although life experience is still fairly low

The wand has snapped, its magic gone

And wings will stray, can't fly for long

But glass has cracked, and progress made

Now childhood shall start to fade

Only given so much time to be free

From this world of animosity

A fairy no more, no magic games

The woman and girl are not the same

She tries to find what life has in store

Never satisfied, wanting always more

Cracked far more, the glass stays thin

Trying to keep things out, trying to hold things in

But in the end, what stays where is too muddled to see

And that she will find out eventually

Men are cold, and love is a fraud

That's what she tells herself as she prays to God

Wanting her wand, and missing her wings

They always made better of everything

Glass is reinforced with a stronger shell

Moving through life, never pausing to dwell

Breaking hearts, believing life should be led this way

If only wisdom was useful to young ones today

I imagine her sit, with a sad, broken heart

Old, frail, and dying, wishing redo from the start

Too late to realize errors in her way

Fearing that later, she'll soon have to pay

Shell has now crumbled, the glass smooth and light

Though almost all shattered, what's left remains tight

Her hope is still here, her most precious jewel

The passion of will is a most useful tool

With a sigh of content, she finally moves on

All is forgiven, and there comes a new dawn

Her old wand is welcomed, her new wings are true

She soars with her father, never to be blue

The glass is restored, no more tears shall fall

From her gentle face, no, none at all

She is a fairy turned angel, with bumps here and there

But those bumps were worth it, her life shows they're fair