A Fairy’s Tale (18 Nov)

As per her regular practice,

Manina hopped from one tree to the next,

Although she had wings, all pretty and pink,

Sometimes she liked to exercise her limbs

She heard a sound, a gunshot it was,

She shook her head in disgust,

The next thing she knew she was falling down,

She lost her conscious when she fell to the ground

A hunter, as dumb as they come,

Had seen an owl resting on twisted branches,

Shot he had to kill that bird,

Somehow though he had missed and erred

He heard a shout and later a thump,

He went deeper to investigate,

He saw a fairy, glamorous and alluring,

One of her wings was broken and floundering

His mind filled with thoughts,

His heart was happy,

He wondered then how much a fairy cost,

Oh! He was going to be richer than the head of the volost

Manina woke as she was being dragged,

Trapped in a clumsy snare,

She only then realised from the pain she felt,

She was injured and captured by a human gelt

Hello there, she said, as politely as she could,

Would you be kind enough to free me, you handsome brood

The hunter grunted disgustingly without giving her a look,

You are my gateway to riches, get comfortable you schnook

Manina had heard, the world was impaired,

And its men were reprobate,

Experiencing though hit her hard,

This incident will leave her scarred

Politeness was wasted on this brute,

He would only understand force,

With all her focus and her might,

Manina shrieked as loudly as the strongest wight

A fairy’s screech is a weapon in her arsenal,

Even mighty giants and trolls and other supernatural criminals,

Are left kneeling and grovelling, fighting and dying,

When pitted against a fairy’s screaming

The hunter was no match,

And started to bleed instantly,

From all his orifices blood gushed out,

He could do no nothing, neither fight nor shout

Manina twisted in her trap,

Trying to escape,

Finally, she found her way out,

She stood and rose above the struggling man, raising her proud snout

She wished to leave the man alone,

He deserved that much,

But her kindness got better of her,

Maybe she was soft and tender

She retrieved her fairy dust,

And sprinkled on herself, 

Her wing regrew as good as new,

Like pasted back with a glue

The she sprinkled some on the bleeding man,

And all his injuries disappeared,

Before he could wake and cause a stir,

Manina vanished in thin air