“Fairy, oh fairy, sing us a song!”

“Of what, my friends? We don’t have long.”

“Of the imp who longed to dance,
Who went astray
Who had a chance,
But had it taken away.”

“Ah, you speak of Mela, the imp with a dream.
She faded away before she was ever seen.

For the fairies ruled the lands,
And no imp could rise to a position of power,
Of grace,
Or of importance.

When Mela longed to dance, she was denied,
The right to be free was so close,
Yet so far.

She struck a deal with the Fairy Elder,
Promised him a year of service,
Of solitude and pain,
In exchange for a chance to dance.

The Elder agreed but secretly plotted,
He worked in secret and was never spotted.

He sent a young fairy to harm the imp,
To keep her from dancing,
To give her a limp.

When the time came to dance,
The fairy worked its magic.
It broke the imp’s wings
Which was something quite tragic.

The imp tried to dance but alas,
The time was gone.
She couldn’t do anything but sing a sad song,

Of the troubles she went through,
Of the pain that was caused.

Of the way she struggled just to be denied the chance of her lifetime.

So now I tell this story,
To you fairy boys and fairy girls,
Of an imp who dared to dream,
And of the fairies who were selfish enough to take it from her.”