I was inspired to write this after seeing Isabella's fantastic shadow puppets. After doing some reading on the matter I made this abbreviation on the epic tale. I hope I did it as much justice as Isabella.
From far western lands rode one gallant and brave.On destinies path awaited souls to be saved.Beside lake sized still pond he met his fait's quest.Lurked death feeding beast beneath watery rest.Then to a place sacred behind veil mercies face hides.Presented sacrificed gifts of lamb and child brides.In terrified courage came what wealth could not buy.A princesses last plea that no other should die.Withered fears void it's spirit lies in empty lost will.Hell's challenge arose from waters quiet and still.With faith and knight's lance banashed unholy made deal.Bandaged wound behind maidens fair dress it concealed.To village Silene marched the brave and the damned.Praising the one he sent back servant of doomed under land.Stands now a cathedral with healing spring gorge.Ware told is the tale of the dragon and Saint George.Dreams
Sunday, August 10, 2008, 04:57 AM [General]
What kind of world would it be?To not have dreams and fantasy.Would anything we know as realhave the same look and feel?How dull life would seemWithout the chance to ever dream.What thoughts would we wish to keep?When we lie down to go to sleep.Living from day to day.Would there be anything to say?What would children ever do?How would anything come true?How could we ever grow?If all that is we were to know.How could life continue on?If fantasy were ever gone.With out imagination's partwould anything ever start?And what would carry us through.Would anything be ever new?What would we be looking for?An empty life would be in store.Dreams is what makes us whole.It fills our heart, mind and soul.It's there for the young and old. And helps to get the message told.When we're alone no one is thereit comforts us and helps us care.And for us to truly seelife's great possibilities.
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The Garden Gate
Saturday, August 9, 2008, 04:53 PM [General]
Along an abandoned back road I wandered lost and alone unable to find my way.Untill I came upon a home deserted it seemed still a place I hoped I could stay.Through tall grass and brush just as rain started to fall I ascended the porch step.Suprised I was to have my knock answered as I stood cold and dripping wet.Holding an opera of candles she greeted me in the slight smile she absently gave.Taking hold of my hand I suddenly felt a chill like a stone marker over a grave.For my intrusion I apoligized and explained my visit as we continued to walk.Leading me down halls till we reached a large window there she decided to talk.Raising her arm she pointed out into the night to something far away and unseen.What she said sounded as real as if recalling it from slumber of some horrible dream."There are places," she said,"We must never go ware realms sometimes collide.Unleashed are our fantasies all free to roam with out need to run or hide.Are they born from our thoughts or were they always there of this I do not know.Venture not to that land for lost is the soul that dares to foolishly go.I learned of this place through great sadness and loss tormenting me every day.What remains is hope that she will return so that is why I continue to stay.Her name is Crystal my only daughter and like her name she is lovely and rare.Widowed from war I made her my world and my only reason to care.To this day I recall my sweet child's innocent tales of friends she alone could see.And of a magical place just beyond the garden gate adorned with iron fairies.I remember holding her hand as I followed her to what I believed did not exist.Once through the gate she vanished from sight her grip gone from my empty fist.I have never stopped searching though desperate and long still alone I continue to wait.Expecting her return from that other place that lies just beyond the fairies gate."In my eyes she seen doubt so she lead me away to a garden thorny and wild.Left unattended for nature to reclaim since the loss of her only child.Then suddenly we stopped for barely inches away was the fences iron doorway.Dragging her through, "There is nothing to fear," it was the last thing to her I would say.Within that same instant I stood alone in the dark, in place I turned quickly around.Only the tracks we just made and nothing else remained on the wet grassy ground.Vanishing too was my need to find shelter and rest I fled till the rays of the new day light.And untill now I've kept silent to what happened to me on that dark and rainy night.Together they are in some place and some time because only in love can believe.Beware of garden gates for if you should ever dare enter you just might never again leave.
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Rings of time
Wednesday, August 6, 2008, 09:01 PM [General]
This, I thought, goes well with a wonderful piece done by Susan Schroder called Golden Wood Dryad. Check out her amazing work.
A young sapling asked of a near by tree, "What was it the first seedlings saw?""Before we became the forest rulers growing so mighty and tall?"The young tree was aware that the oaken giant lived not in that time long ago.His rings of age gave no hint or clue this only the stones could know.More fable than truth the story was said carried on the winds whispering breeze.Told and retold while coloring the facts reciting from tree to tree.He said, "In those young years the new world was as pure as a child's dream.""The billowing clouds filled a bluer sky, Earth and air was fresh and clean.""Dancing among the green leafy sprigs and making the new woods there home,were winged children who nurtured the new till all had fully grown."The tiny tree then asked, "Where had they gone? I've never seen such things.""How wonderful to have such woodland care takers, these children adorned with wings."Sadly the old tree shook his branches as he told the tales final part."They passed to beyond," He said with shedding leaves brought on by a heavy heart."Curiousity took hold within there wild spirit, one by one each went away.""Was it better ware they went?" The tiny tree asked, "Is that why they didn't stay?"The giant then said, "There fate was sealed for they were innocent right to the core.""When they learned of the world, there innocence was gone and they too for ever more."On the path to maturity some things are gained while others as important are lost.Be careful what you trade for, for that which you seek may not be it's final cost.Tags:
Discovery
Saturday, August 2, 2008, 06:02 PM [General]
I ventured once to see a mystic man about some hidden truthseeking answers to a burning question festering since my youth.Doubt and confusion accompanied me as I made my wayto heed warnings by the great and brave and all they had to say.They told there tales while trembling of what he had in storethe horrors and great evils and of things he's done before.Still I knew this was mine to do and to do my self-alonecrooked was the path that leads me to the wizard's home.Ashen dry and drying weeds and thorns most everywhererotting wood and stony rock assured the trail stayed bare.A chill of wind and smoky smell filled the graying skyI turned to see a fleeing shadow pass so closely by.Knocking branches and rustling leaves was all the noise I heardExcept for the call or the hoot of a hunting bird.All I had to keep me safe was my coat and walking caneI sang aloud a travelers song to keep me brave and sane.My walking pace stayed as quick as my beating heartNever allowing fear it's chance was the hardest part.Entering the land that was the wizards glowed with energyinstead of leaves all the trees were filled with electricity.Every rock tumbled and rolled the grass did a graceful danceeven the clouds high in the sky were caught in some odd trance.And there before me stood a castle shining like the sunit sat between the start of day and before the night was done.Before my knock the heavy doors unlocked swinging slowly widehow badly was my wish to flee or find some place to hide.Like a reluctant soul made to return back into it's graveI entered dressed in an untailored fit disguised as one whose brave.A vestibule of gleaming stone appeared before my darting eyeextending beyond my gaze away from me, towering just as high.And centered in the great hall way were stairs made in crystal glassflanking on both it's sides were polished railings of golden brass.The massive doors that had led me in loudly thundered as they shutI swallowed hard on my escaping courage till it knotted in my gut.As I turned the room had changed to a dimly lit foreboding placeThe vestibule along with the doors had vanished without a trace.Standing in a snow-white robe was the one I came to seewithout a sound or expression he stared coldly back at me.Between us drifted a fog like mist over a cauldron dark and deepreleasing buried thoughts in my mind could I no longer keep.Looking deep within the vat I seen the real that lies in sidethe very thing I feared the most and worked so hard to hide.I seen what consequences I would face should I release my other selfthe friends I'd loose the loss of love the changes to my wealth.So different would my life had been the chances, joys and dangerif I had switched places with my self and gave-in to be the stranger.To the mystic man my life was as a book one he before had readno sooner was a question imagined did its answer fill my head.So why am I, whom I am, what made me the person I am now?To know who you are is all that matters and not the why or how.But still there exists with in each of us a person we cannot denypretend it away and say it isn't there is like trying to live out a lie.It's there for a reason a second chance or to offer another choiceand screams out at you so strong and so private in a tiny suggestive voice.Worship not at an alter built to praise the deceptive alter egoreversed and perversed it's promised life in darkened paths to follow.In the end you are who you are and who you were always meant to bedespite any changes you would have been you but only eventually.The mist billowed up from the vat and filled the room till nothing could be seenI arose just to find the morning sunshine and the end of another dream.
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