by Nick Gisburne
Lavida, with her venom, with her sting,
Can cripple any enemy with ease.
Unique among the Fey, her gift could bring
The greatest, grimmest giant to its knees.
But, given other choices, she would pass,
Considering her ‘gift’ a twisted curse.
A scary spike, projecting from your ass,
Is awkward, ugly. Nothing could be worse.
She tried to break it off. No way, no go,
The magic not so easily expelled.
The fairy kingdom’s hoodoo hotline? No,
No matter how she threatened them, or yelled.
Defection to the darker side comes quick.
Her poison sells for seven spells per lick.
