Monday Spetember, 8th - America, Fairyville?

 She never talks, smiles, or blinks, but she always has her mind set to the world and all that inhabit it. She thinks of herself as a twisted one of sorts and doesn't consider the odds. The odds of what if or what was to happen if I did this or that. She had her ways and the world did too except she didn't care about the world or what it had to offer. This fairy had a twisted mind only filled with ashes and dust. She never stops and considers or gives mercy. She only offers unfairness with a slight hint of unawareness.
  The fairy burnt down cities only to set them to ashes and dust that which resembled her mind. The world needed drinking water, but she dried the oceans and strangled mountain streams. The world needed a safe home she thought but she did not care the slightest. She destroyed the tallest buildings on this Earth and gave no sympathy to the ones that needed them. The fairy knows not of what is good here on the third rock from the sun.
  The winters were colder and the summers were as well. She gave no warmth and saw no warmth as the world froze and stopped. "Beware me", she said, "I am the one that controls the good and the evil". The world did not except this fact but, they didn't have an option against this unstopping evil. The people did not give warmth and they did not see warmth.
  She kicked the moon off it's space tracks and the nights were dark. The sun did not greet the people with warmth. Instead, the sun was only a reminder of another day of this demented fairy. The world was in misery as wars became truces and bombs became a laughing stock. The fairy did not make the world a happy place to live for the past few years.
   Until a day like any other with people hugging to the streets for shelter the sun shun a little brighter and the moon made friends with the Earth once again. The Moon and the Sun rose together and gave the world a small gleam of hope as the sun rained warmth once again. The nights were a little brighter with the moon bright in the sky as well. The fairy was never to be seen again only to leave the people on the third rock from the sun wondering where? Where?