In a fit of anger o'er a mortal man
I drank deep of the Faerie wine.
I was silly and I was lost, so
I ripped away the wings that clung
to either side of my spine.
I pinned them to the wall
Where the light caught the sparkle
And sent it shimmering
'Cross my face.
My fingers stretched and arched
And ached and strained
To seize the points of brightness
That stuck in my eyes
while they did naught but rain.
