Magic

They gave all they had to the fairies, wanting their son to be blessed with good looks, wealth, and a long life


And as he grew up everyone loved him


But his friends grew older. His parents grew older still

And his handsome face developed no line or wrinkle

Nor did the coins in his coffers dwindle


It came to pass his parents died

And his friends did too

And he remained, with his looks, wealth, and long long life


Why? he asked,Why?

Your parents asked for magic, the fairies replied. They never asked for it to be good.