A dress as white as snow
And wings softer than air
Her mind is her haven
To avoid the witches' snare
Her heart is a full bloom
In which the pixies dance
The forests were her soldiers
The trees forever held their stance

"I never want to leave!" She cried
But that was when the first pixie died.

A dress made of the finest gold
And wings which stayed by her sides
Her mind holds the tales she never told
Of the fights she never won, but tied
The pixies are in a constant battle
To keep her heart alive
The witches use the darkest of magic
So that the forests fail to thrive.

She told herself, "We will be alright."
But she is still giving up on the fight.

A blood-soaked dress as red as can be
And wings with battle wounds and holes
Her mind has more cracks than it can handle
And from them pour the forgotten souls
The garden in her heart has wilted
But still the remaining pixies try
Once all the forests had burnt down
Onwards the wicked witches fly.

"Leave me alone." The words barely left her lips
But she can tell it is too late, by the scars on her hips

A dress as black as the night
And wings made of the toughest leather
Her mind escaped from the fight
It could no longer handle the tear and weather
Her heart ceased to exist in total
The witches took it for their own
As the ash stirred from their feet turning away
The girl's last cry turned them to bone

"You may have broken me," She said
"But I am far from weak
My mind is gone, my heart is dead,
But my voice will continue to speak."