Our Plea
With wings of dragonflies, butterflies, birds,
Like porcelain we look; deceiving, concealing
Our true nature behind beautiful words.
We aren't some fictional or peace-loving
Beings who flutter around daintily.
No! We fight for our freedom from iron
Fortresses encroaching unknowingly
On our dwindling territory. Scion
After scion will die before their time,
Engulfed by the evil monstrosity
Poisoning our realm, polluting with grime;
You humans triggering calamity.
You call us pixie, faerie, sprite, fae
And it's not just us, but nature, you slay.
~ Stormix_
