The Pain of a Sprite

I open my heart to such natural beauty.
Those humans tear me apart.
My wings spread and my magic soars.
Deep, deep through this earth that I protect.
These wounds…
Gashes tear through my skin with every rip and tear of its surface.
I cry, great tears of woe.
Why? Why must they harm us?
Have we done anything to them?
No. We are guileless.
I am… their protector?
What does he mean?
I will stand and fight these wretched creatures.
“No!”
Blood falls from a slash through my tree.
It drains me.
And darkness.
Am I really guileless?
Or am I guilty?
I protected them, so…
Does that make me wrong?
The humans won…