As free as the wind
She flits here and there.
A wil-o'- the- wisp-
A nymph without care.
Willful and stubborn-
High born with much airs-
A snippety child
Of shallow affairs.
A fairy man's heart
Is naught but a toy
To this faithless wench
Who plays men with joy.
She laughs at their tears,
Makes fun of their pleas-
So haughty and proud;
This princess of tease.
But then,there came to
The forest one day
A very black storm
That whisked her away
To the Netherworld
Where all fairies go-
Who haven't a care-
For another's soul.