The Song of the Sun and the Moon

Fae

Sunlight shone betwix her wings,
Casting her in an angelic light,
But she was not an angel, certainly not one sent from above,
She had fiery red hair, blazing like a poppy,
Her pointed ears almost twitched like the bees that buzzed around,
Her wings were jagged edges that looked torn and broken,
She was far from broken though,
Those ragged ends could cut deeper than any weapon,
She was the tornado of vengeance that ripped through their world,
And nothing could stop that force of nature,
She cackled demonically as the light erupted around her,
They had brought this on themselves,
And now the she-fae would burn the lands with her eyes,
She would bend the sunlight to scorch their home,
And nothing but ash would be left in that fae's shadows,
For none should cross the fae,
And most certainly not the fae with hair the colour of blood,
And the broken wings that spoke of the carnage she leaves in her wake,
All shudder before the power of the Chaos Fae.