These are my original poems,song lyrics and short stories made and constructed by me. If you are a professional and would like to use my material, please feel free contact me. I hope you will enjoy them. the thoughts behind them all have specific purpose and others a line of thought from my imagination. Some have said i have lost "it" but I say " there's been no real attempt to find it "

Monday, July 25, 2011

Dance of the Gladen Mists

      The witchy night produces eerie sounds thru the shadowy moonlit fog passing briskly by. Soft patches of shimmers dance happily upon the ground cover to the songs of the mists. Lurking in the darkness seems to lie glimmers of cobalt steal blue eyes of the forest fairies illuminating their despair of the light. Flashes of their cold hearts twinkle dimly with each beat and they plan their contempt thoroughly. The trumpet of the Toad King calls to the aid of his forces over and over. Finally he receives the respect he so ordered, their amber answer rises from the still waters of the glades.
     
      A magnificent sea of crystalline fire slowly stirs towards him, each in turn bellows his right to present their call to arms. The Forest Fairy King taps the ancient staff of power upon the Graven stump, The staff has been handed down for a thousand generations of Fairy Kings. The strike is a call to ready arms for the night of culling that is upon them. The fairy colony cannot survive much longer in wait of a harvest moon.

         The  Toad King awaits news from the sentries but all is so silent. So he sends his young tadpole to the farthest rise of the glade. The Toad king stands there motionless peering thru the mists waiting for a sign of movement. The witchy moonlight plays tricks and dances in front of him taunting his measure pleasingly. The menace before him he knows all too well, he remembers when he was a tadpole and the alarms were sounded frantically back then as they are now.
     
       The whole glade came to life in one huge explosion as the forest fairies slowly stalked into the light of the moon. The Toad king's tadpole gasped and ran back towards the Toad King as fast as he could. His fear in his throat he let out a cry knowing he would surely die."CROAK...CROAK!! They come ..they come!". The forward Toad Guards heard his call and sounded their own "screech of death"  while running to his side. He now saw for himself the vast intensity of the approaching menace and needed to get back to the Toad King to report.

     The Forest Fairies advanced scouts try in vain to stop them from returning. The Toad Guards wounded many stealthy foes as they shoved the tadpole across the death stools and he hears their last screeches of warning. The glade becomes a fury of flashes and shrieks as the battle unfolds before both Kings mounted on their perches to over see the glade. This war has gone on for centuries between the aging rivalries , logged into their minds and souls thru stories and the elderly. The echoes of clambering confrontations splash amongst the fallen, their cries not heard by the engaging forces.

     The battle overseen by the animals of the forest unfolds like a flower in spring time, each straining to use the brief hint of moonlight dancing upon the glade. Never in their life times have they seen such a sight, some scurry off away from the horrible escapade they were witnessing. Others are completely captured by the spectacle, as if entranced or bewitched they are an unwilling spectator forced to engulf the atrocities at hand. Other more sinister predators lay in wait for the spoils of war to spill great reward for their patience.
    
      Suddenly they all hear a crackling in the sky and a massive lightning bolt unleashes above the blood ridden glade. It splits and shoots to the feet of both kings smoking with a sharp snap. A rain of sheer bright blue light engulfs the glade. A monstrously thunderous voice bellows " Ye Shall Halt NOW !!". All knew it is the giver of all life that announces itself so abruptly with disdain authority. All fall to the ground in half disbelief and the other in utter fear. "This is not what I gave you life for!" the creator bellowed "You all have gone too far Oh Great Kings of the Glade".

      The kings shaking in their places each utter at the same time "Who are you to judge us as you have forsaken us Oh Mighty One!". For thru the centuries they both have tried to convince the Creator to confide in them. They started with offerings and then to violence to get some sign that the Creator was real. "My existence is not needed to know the path from wrong or right!" the Creator bellowed sternly, "I have given that seed in each and every one of you to carry!" the Creator further announced. "You have twisted it into the extent of good and evil to justify the reasons you ignore the gift I have given you!" the Creator said with despair in his voice. "Now what shall I do with you for you have clearly corrupted and darkened your very souls ?"

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