In treacherous waters, where fairies reign,
I learned life's secrets, amidst stormy pain.
My son, listen closely, I'll share,
The tale of fishing, and life's snare.

While fishing, you wait with baited breath,
For the big catch, your fate to seize or death.
You reel in slowly, with skill and might,
And leave the small fish, to fade into night.

You expect the valuable, the rare and grand,
And depend on luck, with every cast and stand.
But life's a gamble, where losers drown,
And only the brave, wear the victor's crown.

You prepare your bait, with cunning guile,
And wait for opportunities, with a predator's smile.
You reel in big dreams, with a warrior's cry,
And sacrifice all, to reach the sky.

But beware, my son, of traps laid low,
Requirement dictated, where souls go slow.
For in those waters, time and money bleed,
And peace and happiness, are but a distant creed.

A mermaid's whisper, I once did hear,
"Bait with passion, and patience, or perish here."
A wizard's warning, I also found,
"Reel in your dreams, or drown in the profound."

In life's ocean, where fairies rule with might,
Remember, son, to fish for your right.
Prepare your bait, with love and fire,
And reel in greatness, or succumb to desire.

Now, go forth, my son, and cast your line,
And may the fairies guide your life's rhyme, or decline.