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Fairy Poetry - Page 3

Thus saith Cheeky Fairy...

A short but poignant reply I give,
Do not put all your words in one gust of wind.
You might find yourself out of breath by trying,
While bidding to stop me from happily flying.

Above you, up here, where I look on all who past,
Trying to mix their words with mine as if drinking strong wine.
Yet, I will not be charmed into following any scheme,
That may lead to my fall or even puffing with steam.

Poetry Fairy

Laughs Satyr, "Wise Spirit!
I'll stop if you will it -
I'll no more try binding your verse to my rule.
You've out-flown my word-snare
With your Fey, free word-flair!
The bliss of an elf-kiss 's'but the dream of a fool!

But Air-Sprite, you dare slight the legs of this word-wright -
You think such short verses leave me out-of-breath?
Know: Old-Fey are devils, we relish such revels -
Our rhyme re-shapes time and our dance ends in death.

But I'll bring no misrule to puff up your Elf-cool:
This realm is your fancy - it's yours to command.
Down here 'neath this holly I'll drink myself jolly."
Belching this, Satyr blows you a kiss from his hand.

Some sweet-rhyming Sprite will doubtless soon range here -
I'll lounge and I'll listen - lurking with danger."

Edited: Adelardus on 19th Jul, 2015 - 3:03pm