This Ain't A Fairytale World

‘This Ain’t a Fairytale World’

- as told by Swiftseek the Bard 

T’was a fate so sad

The story of little Nessie and her Ted

‘Tis a tragic tale

(Tells) of a Love destined to fail

One which I dare not repeat

Till I’m done, you won’t leave your seat

Loving ain’t a crime

But you’ll know, when I’m done with this rhyme ;

That a loss is a loss,

Fate is something that can’t be forced

One who has died

Cannot be brought back to life

Death is a cunning soul

Not someone who will be swayed by gold

He’ll (swear to) help thine

Then stab you from behind

Poor Nessie was taken by a bout of flu

While (her) Ted managed to pull through

Stricken with grief

He called upon Death

He came and restored her breath

But-

Ted’s joy was short-lived

Death had tricked him, for the soul he did not give

She was an empty shell

Part of her was still in Hell

Ted then gave up his soul for hers

Left this world in a hearse

But his sacrifice was in vain,

For Nessie was slain

By witch-hunters eager for a hunt

Her capture fed them for months

She was burnt alive

A torture worse than any knife

Her ashes strewn over Ted’s grave

The fool who thought she could be saved

And thus, Death claimed them both

So remember:

A loss is a loss,

Fate is something that can’t be forced

One who has died

Cannot be brought back to your side

Death is a cunning soul

Not someone who will be swayed by gold

He’ll (swear to) help thine

Then stab you from behind

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