The Bad Faerie (standard:poetry, 198 words)
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: Jan 21 2005	Views/Reads: 3364/0	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.


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