|The Bad Faerie (standard:poetry, 198 words)|
|Author: kissofthehungry||Added: Jan 21 2005||Views/Reads: 1657/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Poem about the darkest little pixie around.|
If he hadn't seen her yet again, he would have thought himself crazy But when she moved, he knew she were true and nearly peed his pants She was maybe three inches tall, that was pushing it Dark black curls hung round her face, framing big blue eyes A silky black dress clung her figure, below torn fishnets and heavy boots In her hand, she held a whip and on her back with big black wings What kind of faerie was this? He had to venture closer But when he did, a wicked grin flashed across her face With a giggle of mirth and teasing, she flew into the sky Higher and higher till she was merely a black dot Then she was no more in his sight Disappointment filled him, how he wanted more But later upon thinking, he realized why and what She was nothing more than the Bad Faerie Sowing trouble and mischief whereever she should go If you should see her, steer clear Or maybe you can luck out like he did Cause otherwise she chooses her viewers to be victims Ties them up with lies and knots, No matter what, they get busted. Tweet
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