The Last Dance

Moonlight shadows beneath the yew
branches stay moist with drops of dew.
Midnight calls as the dance begins
the cunning spider sits and spins.

Forrest laughter in the distance
creature's voice of non existence.
Fairies of a time long ago
spreading pixie dust all aglow.

Soar high above the evergreen
the hidden web can not be seen.
Weary wings cause her to descend
the hidden foe shall apprehend.

Her pixie dust sounds the alarm
to warn the others of great harm.
A sprinkle there a sprinkle here
it warns of danger lurking there.

Her fragile wings now stuck like glue
so there is nothing they can do.
Death is only moments away
for now the spider stalks it's pray.

This tiny fairy met her fate
spreading her wings to celebrate.
It was to be her final dance
destiny left to happenstance.

Posted on 3/17/2007 7:57:15 PM