In the forest where the fairies lived
By wind and stream and stone
There came a mighty dragon queen
To build her dragon home.
She burnt a path through magic dens
And found a cavern deep
And settled in with gold and gems
And laid her down to sleep.
The Earth would tremble when she snored
And smoke would fill the vale
‘Til oak and ash could stand no more
And the banshees set to wail.
A time of dread and woe had come
To the Fair Folk and their kin
And it seemed as though the Earth herself
Would perish amidst the sin.
When all seemed lost and dark and bleak
A tiny pixie crept
Into the lair of the dragon queen
Where the secret fire was kept.
She stole the tiny fire box
That the dragon hid so well
And brought it to the fairies
To learn its magic spell.
With fire in hand the fairies grew
Cunning and strong and sly
And built their homes and land anew
And kept their heads too high.
Yet still they feared the dragon queen
Who slept within the Earth
They knew that she could come and take
Their power and their worth.
A terrible magic then they called
To rend the Earth asunder
And set the dragon’s lair adrift
In a world of mist downunder.
Two lands were now apart it seemed
And yet they were together
For between the two a veil was placed
Which acted as a tether.
Only those who knew the path
Could go from here to there
And who would want to go and see
A dragon in her lair?
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| Fairy land and dragon land are joined. |
The fairies rejoiced and reveled
In their power and their plans
And held a sumptuous banquet
Oh, the finest in the land!
While they ate and danced and drank
The tiny pixie crept
And stole the tiny fire box
Where all the power was kept.
She brought it to her peapod
And stuffed it safely in
Then in she went and fell asleep
Amid the fairy din.
In the morning the fairies learned the truth
And raged throughout the land
But they never found the fire box
To wield their wrath at hand.
And so the mighty dragon drifted
Within her misty home
And the fairies drifted too, it seems
Tethered to the dragon’s bones.
The worlds they come and then they go
And some can visit still
But the paths are steep and treacherous
In fairy halls and hills.
So travelers now you have been warned
That fairies and dragons abound
Yet peapod pixies are the ones
I would not push around.
