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    THE DIADEM: A Fairy's Tale
    by lovenotes_from_carolyn
    Within the land of seraphim
    The Fae Queen lost her diadem
    Someone grabbed it, on a whim
    Perhaps a playful cherubim
    Oh what to do, what to do?!
    You see, the truth - she never knew!
    She thought her power all was found
    There within the missing crown
    For, years ago, a sight unseen
    Befell the royal Fairy Queen
    A djinn had cursed her with a spell
    An evil curse, the djinn knew well
    The djinn had made the Queen believe
    Without the crown, her power would leave
    All for the sake of jealous pride
    So cunningly, the djinn had lied
    Alas, the Fae Queen was forlorn
    She'd had that crown since she was born
    A gift bequeathed her, by her mother
    'Twas rare, and unlike any other
    And by her mum, these words were said
    Whilst she placed it, on her head
    "Wear this proudly, from this day
    Behold! You're now the Queen of Fae!
    Be humble, daughter; lead with grace
    You represent the Fairy race
    Let this thought guide your every hour
    Inside yourself, you'll find your power"
    But lo! Those words were all for naught
    The curse erased what she'd been taught!
    The djinn was jumping 'round with glee
    Carrying on triumphantly
    Long years, she'd waited for this chance
    She couldn't help but sing and dance
    And now, the djinn could take control
    As was her long awaited goal
    The Fairy race would due her bidding
    They'd be her slaves, no I'm not kidding
    One and all would be her slave
    That no one but the Queen could save
    The Queen was pacing, to and fro
    Pondering where the crown did go
    When something dreadful reached her ears
    The cries of Fae folk's pain and tears
    And when the Fae Queen spied the djinn
    A burst of power surged within
    From tips of toes, upward it spread
    Then like a crown, it wreathed her head
    The Queen, who now had grasped the truth
    Was feeling rather bulletproof
    She boldly walked up to the djinn
    Methinks we all know who did win
    The djinn was vanquished from the realm
    The Queen, of course, reclaimed the helm
    Her diadem was soon returned
    The cherubim had lived and learned
    What started as some harmless fun
    Had caused the curse to come undone
    The Queen released him, free and clear
    Thus he thanked her, with a tear
    That night, whilst sipping cinnamon tea
    The Queen sat thinking, gratefully
    The facts, now known, her people freed
    The djinn, long gone, exiled indeed
    She'd rule with grace, throughout her days
    Forgoing all egoic ways
    For there's no need of feckless pride
    When one beholds their power inside.
    ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 10/15/2021

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