POETRY - Out of the Question

The moon was full on the night that the fairies first came to me.
Carried by a dragonfly, we flew over the purple sea,
Riding the bright trail of moonlight to a castle on the shore
Where a griffin and a phoenix stood fiercely guarding the door.
They played a secret fairy tune on a tiny flute of gold,
The creatures blinked their fiery eyes and opened the great stronghold.
We entered the shadowed hall where an altar stood bathed in light,
A cloth of silk covered in ancient runes cradled something bright.
They lead me to the dais and placed my hand upon the stone,
Then gave me the gift on the altar and left me there alone.
The object glinted in the moonbeams and stirred within my hand,
It molded to my fingers, then I began to understand,
For the gift the fairies gave me on that magic moonlit night
Was a pen of inspiration with which I would learn to write.

The old wizard sat perfectly still as the sprites garnished his hatband,
Even when their tiny wings tickled his nose, he never raised a hand.
They brought the very brightest stars, the ones that have that special glow,
And placed them on his pointed wizard's cap to make his magic grow.
They sprinkled rainbow powder all around the brim which gave him wings to fly,
To soar above the clouds or to walk on water and keep his slippers dry.
When the stardust spilled onto his robe, mystic symbols appeared to shine,
He could see into the future, they had given him the gift of time.
Patiently he waited, he knew their fairy work would be finished soon,
And when the golden stars were all in place, Sierra would hang the moon.

By the light of the Chinese lanterns, they took the stage that night,
Their bug eyes were dilated and they were all high as a kite.
At the sound of the downbeat, the audience began to clap,
They were captured by the music and their toes began to tap.
Stoned on PCP and DDT, they jumped up to their feet,
Dancing in the aisles and rocking to a buggy boogie beat.

The tempo of the base fiddle made the concertina start to wheeze
And cough up little dust devils that made the blind keyboard player sneeze.
He lost control and his proboscis speared the drummer to the floor.
The crowd went wild, they loved it, and started chanting "More!  More!  MORE!".
It went steadily downhill from there, it got totally out of hand,
And buoyed by their success, they took to the road as the Beetles Band.