The Poet and The Mermaid

The idea was to match them both just when the time was right

But some drunk Wizard shuffled up the deck one heavy night'.

Oh.

The Lords and Ladies looked away then some, embarrassed, coughed.

Some looked down to their toes, while many others looked aloft.

Then all as one cast eyes upon the lovers way below

But what they saw was like a sort of incandescent glow

It rose, fell, hovered then silently subsided

Then burst once more, flew aloft as if 'twere being guided.

The fairies looked again to see the damage that they'd done

But then they saw the couple as before the game'd begun.

On earth the Mermaid swam content then smiled up at the Bard.

The Poet smiled as well, he thought 'til then life had been hard

But now that he had found the one he'd searched so hard to find

Had come, his eyes were open, no more he'd be so blind.

They then together saw that, till then life, half-complete,

Would now be whole, would now be full, would now be oh so sweet.

When they smiled up to the heavens the gods and fairies cheered

They hadn't wrecked things, stuffed it up or blown it as they'd feared.

So everybody settled down to how things were before

Except for two who now would just accept a love so pure.

And open doors

Cautiously.

THREE

And cautiously they carried on their lives so few folk knew.

The Fairies bright, the Goblins gruff, the Gnomes and all the crew

Got on with daily duties doing things that small folk do.

They scrubbed clean all the mushrooms, collected bits of fluff

Had fun with unsuspecting folk, cast spells 'mongst other stuff.

They left the central characters to all their own devices

Allowing them a space to try out all the pleasant vices.

In quiet little places when they thought no one was looking

The couple got right in to it.  By golly weren't they cooking?

They tried out this; they laughed at that and really had some fun.

Through all the mists 'tween all the twists each knew, 'this is the one'

But once or twice a nasty little Goblin, for a laugh,

Pulled clouds from underneath them.  Put boulders in their path

While visiting the Mermaid in her dreamtime in her bed

One Elf would mess her hair while yet another mixed her head

The Mermaid tossed, she'd turn and twist, evading no, denying

The Poet captured moments he'd relate by versifying.

The Mermaid very properly suggested things should end

The most that she had hoped for was to add another friend.