The Fairy

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I am grey and plain, but know a fairy,

What fun with my fairy! Helps me, knows me!

Love her, O fairy, with all my ardor!

Demons attack me and her! Brought a sword

Big ugly brutish are they! She grows horns

She stomps and kicks and gores them! Then guts spill!

Once she was gentle. Yet now, she is shrill!

What betrayal! My maiden is a beast!

She smiled! -- No! She growls! She screams and beats!

Run away! too scary is the battle;

Alien screams; no laughter; just cackles

 Too strong they are; warring angels and fiends

My sword is only steel; I pale; I flee--




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