The magic of poetry

I adore fairy tales, folklore, fantasy...That is why today's prompt is especially exciting. We are to write a poem in which mysterious and magical things occur. I can't help but employ a little old-fashioned language...and perhaps a bit of humour too.

Outside her window

stood a tree;

the tallest tree

that e'er could be

Upon one night,

there shone a glow

upon a branch

Nay high nor low

To her window

was she beckoned;

the light - a fairy

she did reckon

And so out of window

clambered she quickly,

the footing - 

it was rather tricky

But soon she did 

hold out her hand,

upon which the fairy folk

could stand

The winged whispered

in her ear 

all that little girls

should hear

It took all night,

but by dawn,

the secrets

of girls' lives were drawn

Now that she's grown,

ask her this:

What is the secret

to our bliss?

She'll only smile 

if you're a man.

For tell you?

Only fairies can.