IdleScribbler

Fairy tales, myths and Mystical journeys until Her eyes slowly close

Merciless mercenaries making money from murder Bright, brash boys fighting in horrible, bloody battles Pillage and rape ravaging the realm Disease and death darkening the days Flaming family trees from fearsome foreign foes Sailing overseas to steal a sovereign's son Holding him hostage for but a heap of gold But money means too much; more sons can be made Merchants' meals making mean men fat Peasants' pitiful pay making pleasant people die Wonderful women burned alive for witchcraft ... Medieval merriness? Mostly a lie.

                                    A filp of a coin    ___                                                     ///   \\                       A wild stab in the dark    ///        \\                                               ///     ###     \\                       A roll of the die    ///        ###       \\                                         ///      ###              \\       When the odds are too stark    ///         ###        ###     \\                                     (       ###             ###       )                A spin in roulette    \\     ###        ###         ///                                        \\

I hate this. I hate being trapped over 200km away. I hate that I slowly become impersonal. All I am becomes a string of lines on some chat box. I hate that my emotion becomes harder to feel, that meaningful words start to seem to blur and repeat. I hate that I cannot seem to fix this. That my words, my only tangible existance over such a distance, are taken as a placebo or poison rather than a panacea. I hate that this keeps happening. I hate this. Because I love you. And these words, lacking warmth, will never be as powerful as their present verbal counterparts. But without me there, they are mostly all I can do... I love you.

Gather 'round, gather 'round To bear witness to a wond'rous tale Sir Victor's defining moment The Glorious Retreat from Thornwood Vale! He set out on a splendid day With a small band of men from the fort On what would be a simple quest Or, at least, so he had thought His King had told him the day before Of the bandits residing in the Vale "Drive them away," he said, "Shouldn't be hard." "There's only a few, in rusty old chainmail." They travelled on for a day and a night And they lodged in an elven town The treetop houses were beatiful to behold As long as you didn't look down As he slept that night His men and some elves were talking In

"Pangea couldn't have actually been real Roaming dinosaurs couldn't have either, we feel Earth is not that old, we're told Holy Bible says we're ought to scold It's silly, Earth's 6000 years old, that's the deal!" Some people really and truly believe this That dinosaurs are farce, and ought to be in remiss Only 6000 years old? Relying on what they've been told Yet against all the evidence... I guess ignorance is bliss

Bondage is sexy. Or so I thought before she Just took my wallet.

The void parts, and the world slowly slips into view A golden trickle alighting the scene The birds quietly profess their contentedness I admire the setting... so serene To my left, my true love, the dawn light making her skin glow To my right, my true love, cuddled in close I gently hold them near, and kiss them both softly Slipping out of bed, I leave to make breakfast As bread becomes toast and I fill glasses with juice I contemplate my plans for the next day Three years ago plus a day, we were on that first date Shaking off the shackles, doing things our way The chemistry, like alchemy, created gold An immense force that bond

Romance, for me, is taking a twist Taking off from tradition and trying out something new She was wary at first, which was fair But she agreed, and now we await my other affection Tonight, we are taking her out Testing the tensile strength of our love We shall see if love and romance can be shared Or whether society has screwed us before we even start Right on time, she arrives Her smile slighty nervous, but still satisfying The two greet each other warmly And I usher us onward into our date We take a seat at a table in the corner A waiter walks over and hands us some menus The two chat happily with each other I think I even no