Fuzzy Fish

Got the idea from a friend, who told me about a dream in which he heard a filk that had a basic idea very similar to this one.
Tune: Original.

Recording

I left the Faery's wide domain
To roam the fields of mortal planes,
Near stumbled on the body of a fair man sleeping.
He opened up his eyes – so blue
My heart was cleanly split in two.
His skin was fairest white. I knew I'll soon be weeping.

For Faery heart is somewhat strange:
Not often subject to quick change,
But once the heart is changed, it's bound and loathe to roam.
So if I love, here I must stay.
Though my soul withers with dismay,
By midnight I'll be bound here with no way back home.

Oh, curse his skin and curse his eyes
That trapped me in a web of lies.
I am falling headfirst in a midnight crisis.
Curse my heart and curse my hands
That failed me in the human lands,
But I shall win myself free of this midnight crisis.

Desperate and quite afraid,
I called upon my father's aid.
"Won't you help your daughter now, beloved father?"
My father frowned, my father sighed.
"To win you free, this man must die.
Daughter, have you courage to kill your new lover?"

My father cocked his mighty bow.
My human love was frail and slow:
The arrow would have pierced his heart, had I not stopped it.
My father's poisons, quick to act
Would have ensured I could go back:
The poison was near at his lips when I had dropped it.

Oh, curse that skin and curse those eyes
That made me care a mortal dies.
There is little hope now in this midnight crisis.
Curse my heart and curse my hands,
Conspiring with a human man:
Time is running out, and it's a midnight crisis.

"Kill him!" said father, rage unveilled.
I made one more attempt, but failed.
I could not end this life, though I might die of trying.
"Oh, father, you must understand:
Though I already miss our lands,
I cannot bear to think of this one mortal dying."

My father drew back with disgust.
"I fear you must do as you must.
Your childish roaming urges brought this on your head."
He left me in the starry field.
I sorely cried: How could I yield
To this most cruel fate of which I live in dread?

Oh, curse those eyes and curse that skin
That took me from my home and kin
My fate in done and sealed in this last midnight crisis.
Curse my hands and curse my heart
Who worked to tear my soul apart.
The clock is ticking twelve and it's a midnight crisis.

Oh, curse my foolish destiny,
Curse my father who left me,
Curse this wretched human and this midnight crisis!