2The fairies, they said, had chosen their home
By shaking Summer's tree and spilling
Emerald leaves into the Lady's garden
Fairies, they said, had put the two together
A young American man, eager to slay the Axis
A young German girl, a lover of peace and kindness
The man was no fairy's dream, 'tis true,
But they did with what they had.
They gave him the very life of music
Long before he went to German Land
An American bar served as the fairy glade
The fairies flitted here and there, leading the man to the piano
When lo and behold, his soul was set free,
And he sang wholeheartedly about "the Damn Prussians."
The fairies tickled the Lady's ear
There was, they whispered, only so much a person could stand.
She stood and walked over with the air of brave Sir Richard and said
"If you please, sir, I am German, and I and my friends
Would appreciate it if you would stop offending us."
The fairies danced on his fingers
To make him stop playing.
He looked up to see the ruby-haired Lady
Knowing his chances or not, he spoke. "On one condition:
A drink."
Fairies hung in the sky
The night the joining ceremony took place
And the two became
Lord and Lady
Of all that they surveyed.
Time came and Time stayed
Charmed by the two and their three princes
All of whom brought over friends
Who were all as charmed as Time and loved the Lord and Lady
As much as Lord, Lady, or fairies could desire
The fairies fought covetous Time for their Lord and Lady
Old Man Time, realizing he was losing, called out,
"Fairies! Thou who are not ruled by me,
Grant me this one boon or watch your trophies
Shrivel with grief of losing all in my dominion!"
"Name your wretched price!" the fairies cried
Not wanting to cause their Chosen pain.
Time grinned through sinister wrinkles
And took the Lady away.
The fairies watched as the princes grew
And married ladies of their own
But only one of their children had the Lady's eyes
With the Lady's fire within.
Princess of all, she ruled nothing,
Same the emerald leaves falling in Summer.
The fairies were more cautious now
And she, given no gifts, was made carefree,
Was watched by fairies and angels alike
The fairy castle became her second home
With Summer's emerald leaves sleeping on the garden's ground
And the Lord gave her all which
Richest and poorest alike deserve
The Lord had grown more kingly than Arthur through Time's jealousy
His eyes drew wisdom and sadness both from bottomless caverns
While his hair, no longer black, was sprinkled with flour
He embodied all kingly effects, but, alas, to no avail.
For Time came again, catching fairies off-guard
No matter how they cried or battled, He took with Him their Lord.
The following Summer at the fairy castle
No emerald leaves floated into the Lady's garden.
And through Time's further cruelty,
The Lord and Lady, living legends, became myth
Until they blurred into the forgotten realms
Like all fairy tales, it grew lost
The fairies sit today on emerald leaves
Waiting for a Lord or Lady to come again
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