With the form of a half frog half weasel
To locate the stone of living death
So that she might make use of it, for
Wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you wish for The Power of powers?
Blindly build a naked tower only to see it
Blasted into sweet wet oblivion?
She survived and thrived on attaining such power.
She demanded the secret knowledge
Commanding her beastly creation in an
Unrecognizable tongue to retrieve it and
Was most displeased when she received a vision
Of a humble tree in a forgotten forest
Surrounded by a humble fungus
More than half of the trunk rotted out
Neither dead nor alive nor neither nor both
But this was the secret, the stone
As shown to her by the frog-weasel.
She found her way to the tree to see
Three tree fairies relaxing on its limbs.
Each one offered to grant her a wish.
She wished first for a fabulous palace
Made of broken mirrors and mouse hair
Then she wished to be Queen of Earth.
Both of these wishes were granted but
Her third wish was not which was to be
Supreme Ruler of All and she was then
Asked to leave by the fairies who were
Annoyed at her arrogance.
No comments:
Post a Comment