The Irksome Fairy Poem by Wesley Mincin

In some chamber far from here,
in distant lands of dark and drear,
within a palace of malice and fear,
thrives a being of cheer.

Encased in crystal, does she sit,
a nymph of curiousness and wit.
Still, awe and marvel would she emit.
But, a mischievous, deceptive culprit.

She would sit and stare at you,
Watching everything you do,
with glowing eyes of ice blue hue...
A most fascinating muse

Still...conclusive facts don't contradict,
that this grotesque thing started conflicts.
Guilty as a crafty convict
Sentence: strict imprisonment

Good or evil, this creature stands,
as the most dangerous being in all the lands.
A charm for luck or death's own hand
She takes to no command

I sometimes wish to see her face
The last of what is an ancient race
Ascended to...or fallen from grace
This one lives in a crystal case