2 February 2013
Once upon a time, long long long ago; There was a fairy princess, whose hair was white as snow.
The little yellow elves, say it once was ruby red; But a green spell of envy, was cast by the wicked witch Osabaled.
You see she wanted lovely long locks, as bright as a flaming fire; To lure the Prince of Charming, the throne she did aspire.
She wanted all the looks, she wanted all the power; She wanted to rule the land, from the Fey's ivory tower.
But what she did not know, and what she could not see; Was she had a heart as black as coal, even the grumbly trolls would agree.
Osabaled looked in her fantastical mirror, each and every day; Admiring her ruby red hair, with a brush, a swish, and a sway.
"Tomorrow he will see me, the next day he will propose; He will be blinded by my locks, that are as red as a summers rose."
All the magical creatures, soon learned of her devious plan; They gathered in the wandering woods, beside the cave of Marzipan.
The Fluffypops were there, and so were the purple Choos; The grumbly trolls and the yellow elves came, even the unicorns too.
The hatched a cunning plot, that would expose who she was; Reveal her bubbling black heart, and her power laden paws.
But the fairy princess, whose hair was white as snow; Was ageing as each day past, but her hair continued to grow.
Looking out from her ivory tower, she saw a banana on the ground; She peered out even further, investigating, and her hair became unbound.
Her lovely long locks, loose, tumbled like silk to the ground; While in the horizon came a distant clop-pity clop-pity clip-pity sound.
It was the bonnie Prince of Charming, on his masterful brown steed; He stopped in total wonderment, at the beauty he spied indeed.
For far far away in a tower, all he saw was snow white hair; He could not see the aged face, or her heart full of love so fair.
Still Osabaled look in her mirror, for this was the day; That she would snare a Prince, with a ruby red swish and a ruby red sway.
"Today he will see me, tomorrow he will propose; For I have the most beautiful hair, as red as a summers rose."
The magical creatures did not need to use their cunning plan; For Osabaled tripped over her hair, running away from the squawking, hairy Toucan.
The Prince of Charming didn't see, and the Prince of Charming did t care; For he was galloping towards, the beauty with the snow white hair.
Osabaled screamed, Osabaled wailed; Her devious plan to lure the prince, now vanished and desperately failed.
He climbed the ivory tower, he ran up every marble stair; "Who was this hidden beauty, with the longest and fairest hair?"
The ageing fairy princess, with the the hair the colour of snow; Began to radiate her warmth, when the charming prince did show.
For it wasn't her lovely long hair, or her returning youth; It was the love in her heart he felt, and his search for innocence and truth.
Today he saw her and the next day he did propose; To the Princess of the Fey, with the hair as red as a rose.
They married in the wandering woods, with all the magical beasts; The sky lit up with fantastical fireworks, while they dined on a magnificent feast.
And what did become, of the scheming witch called Osabaled? She turned into a warted toad, well.... thats what the yellow elves said.
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The Princess Of The Fey • Opuss № I