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Posted: 21 May 2018 00:00
Once Came Unto The Land Of Ganymede, A God Of Night.
Owl: “What Seeketh Ye Dark King, Upon This Land Of Mine Dear Ganymede?”
The King, Being Of Evil, Ignored Owl, And Took His Head.
Threw He The Head Against The Castle Of Ganymede, And Cried For His Appearance.
King: “Bring Forth The Ganymede, Who I Doth Challenge High!”
Thence Forth Out Of Castle Came Ganymede. Saw He, His Owl And Wept.
King: “This Land, Doth I Desire. Let It To Me, Or Thou As Owl Shall Perish!”
So Challenged The Small Ganymede, “If Thou Shall Destroy Me Large King, Shallt Mine Land Thence Be To Thyne...”
So Left King To His Land Of Night, Spake He His Return In Four Cycles.
And As King Left The Land Of Light, Stole He 555 Men Of Ganymede’s. Used He, His Dark Crown, And Turned The 555 Ones Evil, And Under He Rule. Left They To The Nightly Land.
So Melted Down Didst Ganymede, His Golden Crown Into A Chalice, And Wearing His Violet Helm,
Went He, And Consulted With The Bees In The Dark, They Who Weret On The Side Of The Dark King,
And Because Nay Sun Shone In The Land Of The Night, Little Honey Didst The Bees Hath,
Sad Of This, And Weret They To Die,
Ganymede: “Promise I, Ye Bees, If Willt Thou Let Me All Thyne Honey, All The Land Ye Desire Shall Of Thyne Be...”
Bees, Knowing None There Wast Of They To Lose More, Reluctantly Agreed.
So Filled Up Ganymede His Chalice With The Rest Of The Honey,
And Into His Chalice He Wept, For They Bees,
And Holy Mead Wast Made Forth This,
And Ye, Whence Verily The Four Cycles Came Pass, The Dark Army Marched Into The Land Of Light, And At Proper Time, They Slept.
And Ganymede Sent He Eagle. Flew He Over They Army With The Chalice Of Holy Mead, And Poured It Over They Flowers,
And The Flowers Around The Men Grew High, And Higher, So As To Touch Eagle,
When Awoke The Army Forth They Sleep, Weret They Disoriented And Lost. For Couldst Seith They Not Through The Great Bright Flowers.
And Through They Flowers Came The Evil Voice Of The King, And They All Followed The Cold Air Back To The King’s Palace. And At Last, Inherited The Bees, The Forest Of Flowers.
King: ”Tomorrow, Shall We Go Back, And Go Around All Those Troublesome Flowers...!”
Ganymede, Knowing They Shall Go Not Through The Flowers Next, Consulted The Giants Of Light And Fire. Asked He, If Willt They Protect The Land Of Beauty. So Joyously, Agreed They Giants To Protect The Light...
Whence Came The Next Cycle, The Giants Disguised Themselves As Trees, And Held Above Their Heads Great Barrels Of Honey The Bees Now Made,
That When The Evil Army Came, They Wouldst Beeth Fooled.
So Spake The King: “Burn The Great Trees Of Light! Through Them We Shall Go!”
And The Fire Giants Weret Burned Down, Being Themselves As Though Trees...
Joyous Weret The Army; But Then, Fell Down The Great Barrels Of Honey Unto Them,
And They Weret Trapped.
But The King, Who Wast The Size Greater Then Even Giants, The Honey Could Not Hold.
And Ganymede Came To They Thence: “Willt Ye 555 Evil Ones, Let The Land Of Beauty Flourish? Willt Ye Let Thyne King Of Err Fall?...”
And They Army All Yelled At He, And Cursed His Helm,...
And Ganymede Flooded The Land While Weret They Stuck,
Filled The Water, High, And All The Fish In The Water Devoured They Weapons And Armor. And All The Way Up To Their Heads Filled The Water, So Twas Forth Only Thence, They Eventually Cried For Peace,
The Water Fell, And Washed All Their Dark Clothing Away, And Made Them Clean,...
Feeling Defeated, They Army Returned To The Kingdom Of Black,
So Consulted The King With Them,
“Tomorrow We Shall Go, Let Us Feast With Him, And Make Him Drunk. Let Us Tell He Hath Won This Challenge And Use He Pride. Let Us Bring Mead And Much Mead, And Make Him To Sleep. When Shall We Do This, We Shall Kill Him Thence!”
Then King Took The Lord Of His Bees, And Told He To Make Spake Unto Ganymede Their Arrival The Following Cycle.
King: “Tell Him Bee, He Hath Won. Tell Him, We Shall Feast And Bring Gifts. Tell Him, Tomorrow We Come!...” So Obliged Bee, And Wast Away...
But King, Knew Not, That The Bees Nay Longer Weret Ruled By The Dark King, But Heeded Only Ganymede And His Love.
Away Didst Bee Fly To Send The Lying Message, Yet Told Ganymede The Plan Of The Dark King Verily As Well.
So The Next Night Dressed All The Army In Holy And Kind, And Went To Feast With The Beautiful Ganymede.
Lord Of The Land Of Flowers, Ever The Kind One, Ganymede Prepared A Beautiful Feast That Housed All The 555 Of The King’s Men, And One Final Stool Large Enough For The King Himself. And Wast The Stool Decorated With Bright Iron Snakes Upon It.
When Came All They To The Castle, Weret They Amazed At The Castle And Its Wonder. Happy Weret They, For Soon Wouldst It Be Theirs To Take. And At The Entrance Ganymede’s Eagle Stood, And Asked That To Enter, Must Each Of Them Give One Flower As Payment.
Without Themselves Flowers, Each Of The Men Transformed His Sword Into A Black Flower, That Should Allow They To Enter Such Mighty Halls.
The King Of Night However, Refused To Give One Beauty; Though Wast He Let In.
“Ganymede, Hath We Brought Thee Much Gifts!”, Spake They...
So Handed The Men Many Cups Of Mead To Ganymede.
And They All Sat At Upon The Great Table, And They All Drank Water,
But Ganymede Drank The Mead, And Drank And Drank He, Until Began He To Tremble,
The Dark Men Laughed Thence, Knowing Soon His Fall...
“What Wast It Ganymede, Which Let Thou Win Between Our War?”, Asked The Dark King.
And Silent Became The Hall.
Ganymede: “Happy Art I King, Ye Hath Let Us Together. For Twas Not Thee Nor I Who Hath Won, But The Joy Which We Both Doth Feel. Tis Naught To Win, If Nay Both Art Joyous. Aye, For Tis In The Land Of Black Which Ye Art Forth Whence, Whereth To Win Art To Mean Another Loseth. Nay Mine Dear, Is It Whither We Both Love The Other’s Stature In The War, And Forth That Certain Stature, Make Undone Our War, And Become Joyous...”
King: “And Who Art To Saith Ye Hath Fully Now Won? Perhaps In Future Shall Ye Fall, And We Arise!”
Ganymede: “Indeed Friend King, Shall My Fall Seem To Come Swiftly. And If Thou Doth Conquer Me And Mine, Shall Ye Rot Mine Fields Of Flowers? Shall Ye Kill Mine Birds And Eagle?”
King: “If Weret It To Come, Indeed Shall I Kill All Of Thyne. Shall I Rot Thyne Flowers, And Kill Thyne Birds. For Mine Thoughts Layth In Thyne Hate, And Tis Is In Thyne Eyes Can Seith I That Which Ye Hate, For That Am I A Lord Of...”
Ganymede: “And In Thyne [Eyes], Can Seith I Thyne Love, For That Am I A Lord Of...
But Seith Not Ye King, To Know Love Doth Reason Far Greater Thence Hate? Aye, Art Not Hate But A Seeming Nature, That Which Fooleth Its Master Much So? Is It Not Out Of Thyne Desire Own [Love], Which Ye Desire To Conquer Mine Land?”
King: “Clear Art Mine Sight Fayre Ganymede. In Thyne Eyes Art Seen Love, And Hate I Seith Little. Love Shall Bring Thee Close To Thyne Killer, And The Killer Shall Kill Thee...”
Ganymede: “And Much Hate Doth Seith I In Thyne Eyes King. Doth Thou Love Thy Peoples King?, Or Doth Ye Hate They? And If Ye Doth Hate They, Shall Ye Care For They, And Aught Thyself? Perhaps Mine Love Shall Bring Mine Killer Close And Kill I, But It Worrieth Not I, For I Shall Hath Given All Mine Love To Mine Peoples And Mine Lover, Whether He Beeth Mine Downfall Or Nay, I Care Not, As That Is But All I Desire. As It Art In Love Which I Desire, And Nay Of Power Of Thought.”
And Knowing The Eyes Of The Dark King, And His Veril Thoughts, Ganymede Lied.
“But Is This Night Ye Fayre, One Not Of Power. Let Us Feast, And Love The Lands Of Night And Bright!...”
Thence Left Ganymede To Bring Forth The Food Of The Feast,
Instructed He, His Eagle To Appear As Himself,
And Ganymede Turned Into A Sheep.
And Eagle, Looking As Though Ganymede, Brought To The Table A Dead Sheep,
And As Soon As They Began To Feast, The Eagle Fell Asleep In His Chair.
They Men Rejoiced, And Feasted On The Sheep, Knowing Not That Wast It The Body Of The Mead-Anointed Ganymede They Ate.
Became They, Drunk Themselves, And All Fell Asleep, Forgetting To Kill The Sleeping Ganymede,
Thence Arose The Eagle, Revealing His Veril Form,
And He Took The Heads Off All The Men.
The King Of Night, Now Furious, Arose, And Brought Out His Huge Sword, Throwing It Against One Of The Golden Pillars Of The Great Hall.
Thence Raised Eagle, Ganymede’s Chalice, And The Metal Snakes Of The Kings Chair Slithered Themselves Around The King’s Feet, And Bound Him.
Grabbed He King, The Snakes, And Trying To Bend Them, Bit They His Hands.
And The Venom Destroyed His Hands, And Couldst He Nay Longer Grab The Great Sword.
And Ganymede, Living In All Those Dead Headless Men As Mead, Made Them Arise Therein.
And They All Took Up The Great Sword From The Pillar, And Slayed The Large King.
And Ganymede Came Out Of They Bodies, And Arose Into His Form.
Took He The Body Of The Giant King, And Laythed Him Into His Garden.
Within His Body, Planted He The 555 Dark Flowers Of Night,
And In Time Each Grew And Grew. And Out Of Each Of These Flowers, Blossomed An Egg,
And Out Of These, Weret Each Of The Men Born Anew,
Yet Now Wore Theyselves, Helms Of Gold And Violet,
“Seith There, Men Of Night, Thine King. Know, That Is Thine Place If Willt Ye Leave Mine Garden And Taint Thyne Helms To Blackness. Seith Ye, Thy 1110 Eyes As They Layth Before Thee. How Ye Cannst Seith Through They. Seith Thyne, How In They Doth Shine Light Bright...”
And Gave Ganymede He Hands To They, And Weret In Time All His 555 Lost People Returned.
Gave He All They Weapons, Which Fish Hath Took.
And The Men Melted Down They Weapons, Into Crowns Once More. Took They, The Great Iron Seat Fastened For The King Of Night, And Melted It Into Wands.
Upon The Great Table Sat They Again, And Laythed Owl And He Head Upon It, Touching He With They Wands Of Flowers. Then Came Alive Once Again Owl, Who Ganymede Gave The Kingdom Of Dark Unto. And They Celebrated The Death Of Night, Victory Of Flowers...
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