Tale Loses its Fairy

Shush me quiet - I'll think twice
Ever to endevour;
Yawn at a dream to cut out "lies"
From the land of "never";
Succeed few times to analyze
The vile behind my virtues;
Shame sanctity you so despise
Along sincerity of mine - it does
Wear off to a disguise.

Establish all the wrongs and rights -
And I'm unfit for any,
Will-o'the-whisps are faulty lights:
Miraze is not uncanny.
Decree the flaws of my believes -
Dread raises to apply them,
Question sense in beloved myths - 
Confused be striking venom.

Uncharm, uncrown, undo, unwill...!
And I'm reduced to norma.
Air can be captured when it's still -
Disordered fancy's coma.
Scorn every stroke for imperfection
Ever so slight - the brush halts dead,
Yet cultivate this weird affection
By means I can't recall, to an extent I can't forget.

Seek "me" in erronous spaces,
Disregard all the clue facets,
Strip me down to ordinary -
And the tale has lost it's fairy.