By Sarah Wissmann


Last night, little fairies danced on my rooftop

Their soft feet tapping against the peeling shingles

A calm, rhythmless melody


Monsters growled outside

But when I peered beyond the frosted window

They were shrouded in misty blankets


Their tongues of electricity snaked to the ground

At their touch, fires emerged in lively yellows and oranges

ready for beautiful destruction


Ghostly spirits rampaged through the deserted streets

Threatening trees with whistling screeches

Their invisible touch left none undisturbed


Darkness watched along the horizon

There was no leniency in his

Starless black eyes


The monsters cackled

The fire scorched

The spirits screamed

And the fairies continued to dance