The Fairy
By Julia Anne •
Her name was Amethyst, I’m fairly sure.
For all ailments she had the cure.
A maiden by day and a fairy by night,
When she transformed it was quite a sight.
Never did she smoke or drink any booze.
She had many suitors from which she could choose.
One particular man caught her eye.
And one night she began to spy
While he peacefully slept.
Then one night as she crept
He suddenly awoke.
Earnestly she spoke
Of her love and her true identity.
His smile was that of uncontrollable glee
As he asked for her hand and she agreed.
Neither could wait to be married, not the groom nor the bride.
At the wedding the bride’s fairy friends and family had to hide,
For only the groom knew her secret.
And he had sworn to keep it private.