Sweet mistress, Green Fairy. I chase you through the woods. My love, my life you are only just too good. Green Fairy, Green Fairy, you kill your lovers true, but Green Fairy, Sweet Fairy, make love to me do.
In you I haze, with you I daze; succulent and wholesome fey thing set my head right, just one more sip of you and I’ll be through for the night.
I stagger and you catch me, Sweet Fairy, Sweet Fairy. I say that I love thee and you mock me, Contrary, Contrary.
When I give you sugar you will become my lover and your tender kisses how they have never made me wonder. O Fairy spread thy wings, this life doth not mean a thing if I shall not hear thee sing my name in a clear voice it rings.
They tell me I’m hallucinating when I reach out and touch your face, but how can it be an illusion: one of such beauty and grace?
I pray to you, Green Fairy, come back to me this night, without you inside of me I fear I shall never feel quite right. I see you, Sweet Fairy, standing in the herb garden, so lovely tending to the plants. Above them all I’ll pick you, if you only give me the chance.
Trust me, you whisper so discreetly in my ear, you gripped me much tighter and held me so dear. I kissed you, Green Fairy, I kissed you without fear, so tell me, my sweet one, why do I suddenly feel so queer?
I stumble, O Fairy, and your hands are not there to clasp me, the breath leaves me but still I am happy. There you are, brilliant Fairy, Sweet Fairy so clever, smiling down on me during my silly trite endeavor.
Please take me away in the middle of the night, I’ve forgotten my family all for a chance of flight. Green Fairy, Green Fairy, how I wish I knew your name. Absinthe, you whisper and I’ll never breathe again.
Life seems so dull without your sweet and warm caress, I am pleasured by none other than your fire heaving in my chest. Once more, is all I ask, to chase the Green Fairy, so far out of my grasp; come back to me I dare thee.
But the Fairy, so fair, so brilliant and wise, was never there, in fact she was my demise. I want her, I need her, she was my dying breath. O FAIRY!, I shout, and then receive my rest.
Sweet Absinthe, my Fairy, how many men now are there to chase thee? Green Fairy, Green Fairy, in this race you run so distastefully. I grow cold from your absence, Sweet Absinthe so fair, I reach for your touch and I find you are not there, and in my death a curse to you I simply cannot bear.
Sweet Fairy, Green Fairy, I loved you more than life, and now Fairy, my Fairy, I am gone from your blight. Goodnight."
Beautiful Absinthe, Jermaine Underwood, 2010