Fairy Night, Morning Gold

~The Evil Fairy And the Vengeful Leprechaun~ Late at Night while the chickadees go quiver A fairy of the forest has fastened to her heart A bog-reed arrow, white wash dipped in flint She dances yes she dances, in a conical red cap Tithing the sundown, to a leprechauns demise; Not a stranger to mischief, she steels his golden pot She stitches up his wishes, and spikes his felted hat She glues his silver buckles up his nose in, far remote She sticks him on a clover, stewing mad n’ boiling hot By; Mystic Rose Early Morning, under the fogs rainbow, twisting and twisting his nose Little does she know, Lepree's a madman with his own games Sitting and brewing with a grin, he awaits the chemicals to kick in A price to pay for stealing Lepree's gold, in such a golden way He yells and cries, "I hope you dance, rapid like the river away!" Fairies don't exist! Fairies don't exist! -----A quiver in the chest For we all know when speaking them words, somewhere out there A fairy dies, ----shillings from his silver tongue he spoke A million times Lepree cried "Fairy don't exist!" suddenly--she drops; By; Poet Destroyer ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~