by Nick Gisburne
How strange it seems to see you, under glass
The finest and the fiercest of the Fey
A simple trick, with sweetly-scented grass
And here I have you, safely sealed away
Remarkable how delicate you are
Of all the fabled creatures I have chased
Exquisite, and defiant. Yes, bizarre
I wonder, might your murder be a waste?
My copper-coiled contraption hums and glows
A simple switch, and life will meet its end
Your eyes, so bright, but understanding shows
They recognise that death will soon descend
It does. I feel the venom of a bite
They said you had a sister. They were right
