Lily, an ivory-skinned fairy,
peeks over the water’s edge
admiring her reflection.
Hours pass as she stares
into the glassy brook,
mesmerized by her own beauty.
A trilling voice from the woodlands
tickles her ears,
disrupting her quiet wonderment.
She flutters softly
across the tranquil water,
causing tip-toe ripples.
Hiding behind the watercress
alongside the opposite embankment,
she patiently waits.
Lily watches a bare-chested fairy
emerge from the shadowy forest.
Her eyes widen.
The princely fairy
saunters to the stony bank,
whistling a pixie song.
The fairy maiden ponders,
“Is he the sprite for me?”
She swoons to the soft melody.
Silently imagining him
as her sprightly beau,
Maiden Lily smiles.
She observes his taut muscles
as he lies beside the river,
folding his downy wings together.
He peers into the glossy water
and beams a handsome smile.
He winks and exclaims,
“My, aren’t you magnificent!
No other fairy is as beautiful as you.”
He is awestruck.
Lily pretentiously muses,
“One look at my reflection,
and, already,
he thinks I’m the most beautiful fairy.”
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