I tell a tale of time long lost ancient back before the earth's first frost afore winter dawned the genocide of magic obliterating the lore of fairy tales tragic When centaurs proud and noble warred with dragons, reptilian, winged, inside fired weapons, slayers of Memnock, from hell sent forth feeding on pure, white, blessed right and annihilating all of holy worth When dwarves did dwell gestating in the musky earth in riddled cities of gold, onyx, and bone, spanning a continent's girth beneath savage gardens of lascivious, lavish, fragrant flowers wherein slumbered fairies of gossamer, translucent light with mythical powers dwelling under the original time gnarled tree of eternal oak watcher over man, mass encased, and harborer of the seat of hope shooting branches forth over ever vast expanses of towns afar encasing a soul Memnock cursed, love for him in the body of this tree forever barred so he conspires with the creatures so dwindled left of light scheming to conquer, to survive the erupting grotesque creatures of eternal night being spewed forth from an oozing boil upon the land tools of sadistic, black, scourge demons of the evil lord's hand sloughing down into the gurgling gruel of dank bog itself wicked soaked till corrupt, now threatening clean waters to clog further choking off the distant chance of good as the victor the alpha foe through hoards corrupt alliance vying to be hopes desecrator The armies are divided, well defined and true each growing in number and strength as the last decide which to commit to all the creatures of the land both large and small to the battle are joining there is no turning back, the line has been crossed, no time for warnings The army of right is smaller by far commanded by the bravest ancestor of the first centaur his troops hold all of his kind, some men, unicorns, fairies, gnomes, elves, nymphs, and sprites the last winged horse, birds, dogs, a lone changeling, and the high priestess of light Memnock's evil hoards possess the rest led by a demon born of a long enslaved virgin under duress a bulging blight upon the earth of menataurs, hydras, dragons, Pan, Bacchi, ulf, and witches wolves, hyenas, trolls, and human headed canine bitches As the dawn's first light over the land shines the two in death grips met, upon each other striving to commit the greater crime when it was all over only one stood and still remained every other creature died that day, the earth with their blood is still stained Under the mighty tree steadfastly dug in the dwarves as packs of ulf and wolf rained gnashing fangs courageously cunning were the shrunken warriors, but the pack too immense, encircling one alone in gangs until there was no more flesh from bone to tear and Pan cowardliness from behind a rock let hiss through the sky did flare As it struck the massive trunk of the noble tree flames raged upward as if to claim heaven with a fiery key as the watchers soul flame licked roasted screamed the last of the centaurs fell to catapults hurling globs of molten tar, their skins off them seething Huge clouds of dust fogged the battle field and ragged cries of pain echoed up through hanging mists of blood as all manner of weapons they did wield swarms of flies soon gorged upon the mutilated corpses bloating in the heat as the evil one stood alone eating the flesh of the downtrodden meek
Now the battle is over, it's all said and done, we have only to look around to see who won the mythical creatures of time long past did forever their future in this battle loose but my fiend the war is just starting... which side do you choose? (c) Oct. 1997 Rhonda Enrayne- vixenskis@aol.com
