Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 6, 2019 8:15:57 GMT -6
Of Crabbits and Memories
Spun in twisted cords of root and aged sapling, she stood adorned in magic and starlight; a Queen of the weary night, waiting for her favorite bard to sing her a song, to warm her midnight; a Crone of Steadfastness despite the Winds of Change that tried to change her daily. From her crown hung the magic of fairies, lost and lonely twists of leafy ladies-in-waiting, stars that twinkled in the capture of the bright, bubbling Cauldron of Truth that waited to dance to musical notes, and upon her brow the regalia of her age: a silver waning crescent that offered the spark of Inspiration.
"New things are scary, my Queen," said the Crabbit, whose fur was as long as a cat's. He tuned his short pleenker, which was a cross between a human's ukelele and a short violin. "Yes, new things are scary," repeated the Crabbit, as midnight mice came scurrying out to listen; courtiers of silence amidst his timidity. "I am just a timid Crabbit, not a magical Crabbit", he said.
The Crone smiled, swaying to the soft breezes that churned against the bright, bubbling Cauldron of Truth that laid at her hem.
Playyy, came the silent and soft command.
The Crabbit's claws plucked the strings in twos and fours and began a soothing melody that blended the harmony of night as he began to croon, "Softly goes the lullaby that once our Kingdom was inhabited by strange, furless creatures that stood upright and gathered in clans." Crabbit cleared his throat and continued as the mice gave him their full attention. "Their leaders ruled by force and had short reigns as there was always a bigger club to wield against each shakey Throne of Glass."
The Crone nodded, remembering back to those long ago days which were both exciting and terrifying.
The Crabbit glanced over at his Queen and, satisfied that she was enjoying herself, continued on with his ballad, "Luckily also among them were Poets and Artists who were honorable and began to permeate their culture with a new sense of love and caring for each other." Crabbit's pleenker filled the air with serenity. "Warriors denounced war and all wealth was distributed from gold-laden Castles so that every Clan had plenty of food and a comfortable home for their families."
"A New Age full of promise, goes the legend...." The Crabbit paused, gathering himself before continuing on, "...so..."
"Excuse me," piped a whispered, crackling voice.
The Crabbit looked up to see one of the leafy ladies-in-waiting swing from her perch. "Yes, milady?" he queried yet continued to pluck the strings of the pleenker.
"Forgive me for saying so, but legends are just myths of wonder and nonsense. Speak the truth." She whispered in her parchment-crinkled voice, "The Truth about the End of furless and the beginning of Crabbits and their pleenkers..."
"No!" shrieked the mice. "Not nice! Not for mice! No cheese now, no please now! No truth, no denial! It's all we have, this life that's so final!" Their horror at the truth of their knowledge about the furless creatures raised their anxiety and, squabbling between them, did not prepare them as the Queen's hem swept them across the uneven ground.
Shhhhhhushhhh, came the voiceless command as the Crone swayed in her gown of bark and stained browns. Myyyy turnnnn isss nowww, She rustled between the bough of her branches, Magic of wonderrrrr issss eternallllll and miine throughhhh outttt theeee agesssss.
Pllayyyyy....
Subdued, the mice hunkered down in submissive retreat as the leafy lady-in-waiting who once spoke out, fluttered to the ground; her tenure dismissed.
Sighing, the Crabbit continued plucking his pleenker long on into the dark as the Cauldron of Truth bubbled and danced, sparking the flickering crescent and illuminating inspiration. The melody, soothing and reminiscent of other times, led all who listened into a dance of memory and wonder.....and the Crone, the silent Queen of Ages, sighed in her own memories of remembering her youth and the youth of others when Poets and Artists spoke with Love, and when the World once again knew the magic of Peace, and when Crabbits were furless creatures that played at the edge of Time......
Spun in twisted cords of root and aged sapling, she stood adorned in magic and starlight; a Queen of the weary night, waiting for her favorite bard to sing her a song, to warm her midnight; a Crone of Steadfastness despite the Winds of Change that tried to change her daily. From her crown hung the magic of fairies, lost and lonely twists of leafy ladies-in-waiting, stars that twinkled in the capture of the bright, bubbling Cauldron of Truth that waited to dance to musical notes, and upon her brow the regalia of her age: a silver waning crescent that offered the spark of Inspiration.
"New things are scary, my Queen," said the Crabbit, whose fur was as long as a cat's. He tuned his short pleenker, which was a cross between a human's ukelele and a short violin. "Yes, new things are scary," repeated the Crabbit, as midnight mice came scurrying out to listen; courtiers of silence amidst his timidity. "I am just a timid Crabbit, not a magical Crabbit", he said.
The Crone smiled, swaying to the soft breezes that churned against the bright, bubbling Cauldron of Truth that laid at her hem.
Playyy, came the silent and soft command.
The Crabbit's claws plucked the strings in twos and fours and began a soothing melody that blended the harmony of night as he began to croon, "Softly goes the lullaby that once our Kingdom was inhabited by strange, furless creatures that stood upright and gathered in clans." Crabbit cleared his throat and continued as the mice gave him their full attention. "Their leaders ruled by force and had short reigns as there was always a bigger club to wield against each shakey Throne of Glass."
The Crone nodded, remembering back to those long ago days which were both exciting and terrifying.
The Crabbit glanced over at his Queen and, satisfied that she was enjoying herself, continued on with his ballad, "Luckily also among them were Poets and Artists who were honorable and began to permeate their culture with a new sense of love and caring for each other." Crabbit's pleenker filled the air with serenity. "Warriors denounced war and all wealth was distributed from gold-laden Castles so that every Clan had plenty of food and a comfortable home for their families."
"A New Age full of promise, goes the legend...." The Crabbit paused, gathering himself before continuing on, "...so..."
"Excuse me," piped a whispered, crackling voice.
The Crabbit looked up to see one of the leafy ladies-in-waiting swing from her perch. "Yes, milady?" he queried yet continued to pluck the strings of the pleenker.
"Forgive me for saying so, but legends are just myths of wonder and nonsense. Speak the truth." She whispered in her parchment-crinkled voice, "The Truth about the End of furless and the beginning of Crabbits and their pleenkers..."
"No!" shrieked the mice. "Not nice! Not for mice! No cheese now, no please now! No truth, no denial! It's all we have, this life that's so final!" Their horror at the truth of their knowledge about the furless creatures raised their anxiety and, squabbling between them, did not prepare them as the Queen's hem swept them across the uneven ground.
Shhhhhhushhhh, came the voiceless command as the Crone swayed in her gown of bark and stained browns. Myyyy turnnnn isss nowww, She rustled between the bough of her branches, Magic of wonderrrrr issss eternallllll and miine throughhhh outttt theeee agesssss.
Pllayyyyy....
Subdued, the mice hunkered down in submissive retreat as the leafy lady-in-waiting who once spoke out, fluttered to the ground; her tenure dismissed.
Sighing, the Crabbit continued plucking his pleenker long on into the dark as the Cauldron of Truth bubbled and danced, sparking the flickering crescent and illuminating inspiration. The melody, soothing and reminiscent of other times, led all who listened into a dance of memory and wonder.....and the Crone, the silent Queen of Ages, sighed in her own memories of remembering her youth and the youth of others when Poets and Artists spoke with Love, and when the World once again knew the magic of Peace, and when Crabbits were furless creatures that played at the edge of Time......
