Sprite

Dancing lightly o’er the sea
Her eyes sparkled with the blood of faerie
Here one instant
There the next
Capering about like quicksilver
Never pausing for a rest
Moving as if her feet had never known
the heavy hands of gravity or the earth
A sprite of flame, wind and water
Wreaking havoc where she went
Laughing gaily at the mess
Never caring who she broke
She destryed without remorse
Beautiful to see but worse to touch
Like a plague
Never at rest
She brought about the end
Caring too little but yet too much
It was not meant to be