Every day at the break of dawn
Three children climb a hill.
Each one carrying a bucket
To draw water from the well.
They walked merrily along,
Two young boys and a girl named May.
Never suspecting something was wrong
Or of the strange happenings that day
Travelling slowly on their course
May felt something was rot.
Suddenly fearing for the worse,
She told the boys to stop.
Ignoring what they were told
The boys steadily marched on.
They would not listen to a girl
So towards the well they were drawn.
The little lady tried to impede
And at the very least make them wary,
But to her they paid no heed
And soon encountered a fairy.
The fairy said: ‘you have done well, May
To deliver us such hands,
Who will toil for us without pay.
Down in fairyland.’
With the flick of her wrist
The children were thrown
Magically into the hole.
They awoke in a clearing
Later that evening
In a forest to them unknown.
Around them stood an array of trees
Each governed by a fairy,
The tree marked her domain.
But on these trees, you must know,
Grew the most curious of fruit.
From the branches at the very top
To the bases of the roots.
These fruits sparkled and shined
In the absence of light,
A sight so amazing
Indeed it was quite a sight.
But since it was so dark
The children couldn’t see
What magical forces
Bore the fruit off of the trees.
They soared through the air
Into the basket down below.
As the children approached
Something moving began to show.
In fact, no magic was involved
Far from it at that;
The fruit were borne by children
All young boys in fact.
May’s companions were taken away
Put under a spell and were told:
‘We are now your masters
Each tree is our household.
You must pick our fruit incessantly
Until you come of age.
Or maybe if you grow too slow
We will cease your engage
And you will be disposed.
Your master’s love and care
Shall be your only rewards.
Take only what you’re given,
Her fruit you mustn’t eat’
Disobey and you won’t be forgiven
In your mind, this you must always keep'
Here the three children
Took their own course,
Four fairies accompanied May,
Carrying her along the way.
Where she would go
She did not know
But deep in the forest it seems,
Where the shade was darkest,
And the clouds were murkiest,
Stood the tallest of the trees.
It stood erect, bold and massive,
Penetrating the sky.
Of all the trees
This one was unique:
It bore no fruits or leaves.
‘Here lives the Fairy King,
He seeks himself a bride.
But who of us would give ourselves
To such a creature so vile.
We hate him much and are happy
That he is the last of his kind.
He has become a nuisance
And has caused much strife.
So to quell his annoyance,
We present you as his wife.’
The King, as May could to see,
Was seated on his throne
At the base of the tree.
The roots were outgrown
And stuck out of the ground,
Twisted and curled,
Upright and round.
The King of the fairies
Was a young man indeed,
He was tall and lean,
His sinews clearly seen.
Unlike the women fairies
Whose wings were small and pale,
The King’s sheer size and colour
Marked him as the alpha male.
Finally he spoke out as he saw them come:
‘Goodness fairies, what have you done?
Is that a child you bring to me?
How dare you think that I would be
So selfish as to make her as mine.
She still has much to grow and learn,
And has no tree,
Let alone any fruit.
Take her back this very instant
Release also her friends.
And if you don’t this very moment
It shall be you end.
The fairies snarled at the man,
Exposed their fangs and wings.
All of them in a deadly rage,
Ready to kill the King.
A shriek rang out,
The fairies stopped
And started looking about.
The shriek was heard, once more,
And it seem to come
From not so very far:
The clearing where they were before.
They all rushed on
Following the screams
That didn’t seem to end.
The tension grew
For the fairies knew not
What was happening to their friend.
The noise it seemed
Came from within the leaves
Of one of the fruit filled trees.
The sight gave them quite a shock
Ann stopped the fairies in their tracks.
May’s friend was devouring fruit
And a fairy was beating him back.
The boy continued eating
His pace did not relent,
Despite the fairy’s countless tries
Her efforts proved impotent.
In state of agitation
The fairy spewed some fire,
Surrounding trees inevitably
Fueled the ignition.
The situation became dire;
Children ran amok,
The fairies tried to round them up
Without any luck.
The fruits smoldered slowly
As the dwellings burned to the ground.
The King came to the scene
His wings flapping viciously around.
With a powerful sweep
He diffused a spell
To put the children to sleep.
The forest he knew,
Was beyond rescue
So without a single delay,
He freed the children,
Sent them away
And watched his home burn.
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