Suicide

The six words of deadly power

Came so easily to his lips

As he stared at the moon—

Immortal, it seems.

But heavy his wings fell

Upon his back,

The fading memory of revels

Weighing down upon his mind

As he lifted his weary head,

Holding back tears:

He’d shed none for himself.

So he said—

—And from the core of his soul,

He believed as he said—

“I DO NOT BELIEVE IN FAERYS.”

The last syllable fell still as it left his lips.

He faded

and died,

His violent denial of self complete.