• Deavola the Bad Fairy

  Sara L Russell aka pinkyandrexa, 6/6/14, 10:23

  
  

   Bad fairies always suffer from bad press.

  We're vilified, and very much maligned;

  I live up to this homage, I confess,

  My notoriety has me defined.  

  I love to gatecrash parties, late at night,

  Dressed in black silk, with rare black diamond rings,

  Sometimes weddings, where everyone's in white,

  But best of all, I love the christenings.

    I wave my hands over the infant's cot,

  Invoking names like Odin and Belial,

  The air smoulders with ash and bergamot,

  I speak the curse; pour incense from the phial.  

  This is my gift to you, Felicity:

  You'll grow up looking like a chimpanzee.

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