The Pixie witch

Once alone
In the winter I roam
The snow that lay at my feet.
Was magical, and radiated with some kind of heat.

For this was a calling card of a pixiewitch
That floats unseen for many a year
The icey foam that lay on these leaves and sticks
It glistens with crystals of the pixiewitches tears

The little sprite that flutters in the light
Wishes for romance and peace upon the woodland trails
But though she has myth in grasp, she is a shadow of night
Like a whisper of wind upon a ship's mightily sails

How can you save a creature so gentle and free
When a pixiewitch is invisible to you and me
Can you make her shed one less tear
Can you say her true love will appear

Her wings flounce with one more beat
Never to be heard of again
As the forest swallows the pixiewitch deep
Hiding her with pain

Yet a few years later I did so hear
Of a fantasy creature obtaining a lover, or so I'm told
So maybe she found her pixieknight, a prince for our fairymaid dear
But I must not tell
So I fair you well
From my fatasy spell