Whoo, that fairy gave everone a terrible fright.
Throwing curses born of hatred and spite.
That curse is gone, unsewn, a seed that will never find root,
I unknit her weave, and cast it to the wind, broken, moot.
But what of gifts, this is a celebration, yes?
So I give you a gift to uplift and bless.
The most simple of spells, a cantrip of light,
you can call upon when sad or in the dark of the night.
And I gift to you wisdom of heart of self and kin,
a compassion that sees to without and within,
a knowing love, a kind love, that doesn't lose sight,
of what's good in the world, what's true, what's right.
And the call is the third gift, a beckon to me,
that if you are in danger or sad or lonely,
say my name three times, give my ear a bend,
I'll be there as teacher, a confidant, friend.
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