Poem: The Fairy of Nondally

There lived a fairy in Nondally, but she wasn't always seen.
The people who did, said her face was gleam.

She made the roses bloom, she guarded the loom.

She was dressed in green, a clothing fit for a queen.

There lived a fairy in Nondally, she barely spoke.
Hair  of brass, eyes like it was teary from smoke.
She looked at the splendor with eyes of wonder
"O' what a scene that stretched to yonder"

There lived a fairy in Nondally, I was told.
Who could have known how I would feel if I could behold.
A beautiful fairy, immaculate beauty
It pleases me to pen down this in a jiffy.