A Very Confusing Thing
The Fairy Plight
To have the gift of fairy sight
To have the gift of fairy flight
To have the gift of fairy might
To have the gift of fairy light
To have the gift of fairy fight
Is a very confusing thing
So heed now my fairy plight
Lest you think it pure delight
And forget to hold your fairy tight
On those long, dark, cold fairy nights
Such a very confusing thing
Be sure to treat your fairy right
And create not a fairy slight
'Cause woe to them who catch the fairy's spite
Such a very confusing thing
So treat the well thy little sprite
Do not neglect and they won't bite
Then you will find your fairy not quite
A very confusing thing
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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