Obsidia gazed longingly into a silver scrying pool
She eyed a man, her heart’s desire from a mushroom stool
With a smile, she let Amer the butterfly land on her hand
“Oh Amer, how can I win the fairest mortal in the land?”
As she spoke the stately prince rode his horse through the mystic forest unaware
“Oh yes, I could cast a spell and beguile him, but I want true love- that’s unfair!”
The butterfly fluttered its wings so fast that the fairy gasped
“How brilliant! But be human? That’s a spell I haven’t grasped.”
“Why, I’d need a flower from the mountain Jub-jub plant, that’s too far!”
The butterfly fluttered again and Obsidia eyes lit up like a star.
“But you and your friends, that’s too much for you to carry!”
With a buzz Amer dashed away, leaving fairy in romantic thoughts merry
Hours later she heard a rush of giant wings, a great eagle with a gift.
She could scarcely believe her eyes, that her friends delivered so swift!
The next day a young prince riding came upon a comely woman by a silky tree.
She offered food and drink. He was smitten. He didn’t notice something in his tea.
His mortal memory faded and together they lived happily in the forest
And Obisidia daily thanked her friend Amer and his butterfly chorus