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The Pixie Way

Started by Brian Green Knight, October 24, 2009, 08:57:54 AM

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Brian Green Knight

My apologies in advance if any may find this to be inane drivel.  :-\

The Pixie Way

In a realm that borders our own,
lies a kingdom of mystical renown.
Enchanting and wondrous are its primordial forests and glens.
Its ancient mountains reach skyward seemingly without end and entomb
antiquated riches guarded by dragons that greedily defend.
Affluent in number are the creatures of the Fae and supernatural descent,
beings both fair and foul of heart and temperament.
From the haughty hill homes of Elven make, to the water sprites and serpents
of voracious appetite dwelling in the land's numerous lakes.
Residing in this land of amazing effects, are a tiny race known as Pixies but
to a disdainful few, who simply call them 'pecks'.
They are smallest of the fairy folk in this magical land, yet many regard them as mighty,
even though they are no bigger than a human hand.
Diminutive and swift, they flitter about gaily upon wings ever so delicate and fleet.

The Pixie fae lives only to dine dance and sing, but making passionate love with
their soul mate is their most favored of all things.
If one was fortunate to observe despite the Pixie's rambunctious play,
They would notice that they mate in only one particular way.
Sailing on currents of air by way of their nimble grace, their aerial ballet supported
by the harmonious fluttering of their wings set to each other's amorous pace.
Since time primeval did Pixies dance with only one mate,
Forever bound by the love they first shared on that fateful date.

Yet sweet this story is thus so far...
It saddens this teller to impart the sadness of the pixie maiden ruined by the breaking of a jar.
This maid so beautiful and fair unfortunately never yet performed her mating dance in the air.

A foul ogre of loathsome nature and evil spite
captured the Pixie princess in the recess of the night.
Away the foul beast transported his undeserved treasure,
The Pixie fae lamenting in their despair and displeasure.
One unspoken for hero arouse to the needed task
for he was the one so deeply in love with the abducted lass.
The ogre sequestered the pixie maiden within a carried jar of glass
yet the stalwart savior deftly tripped the monster as it ran clumsily past.
The maid cried helplessly as her prison jar fell from on high
her hero cried in dismay and could do nothing as the prison jar flew on by.
The shattering of the jar was a knell of two hearts breaking as a shard of glass
sniped off the maiden's left wing leaving her love chaste and weeping.
Never again would the pixie maiden hope and dream
of a lover to her as yet unknown and unseen.
Her savior in his anguish and remorse chose death instead of a life devoid of love
dived determinedly downwards on a steady course.
As he dove down to impale his body upon the jagged field of glass
the pixie maiden implored her hero not to let his end come to pass.
Unable to stop his earthbound attack, the pixie man twisted his body at the last
to receive only a small nick upon his back.
The wounding of his back was ever so slight yet still
it was enough to permanently end his days of flight.
His left wing lay on the ground in a bloody mess and with absurd neatness
right next to the left wing of his beloved princess.
The now two imperfect pixies heartbroken and bereaved
held each other close in their hour of despairing need.
Their kiss was happenstance and surely not planned
yet a passionate love was ignited that utterly consumed the pixie maiden and pixie man.
Face to face they were locked in an ardent embrace
consumed by a mutual passion that made their hearts race.
They opened their eyes in joyous wonder
their attention drawn by a roaring thunder.
The sound they thought they should never again hear
was the rhythm of the other's lone wing fluttering to the pace of their dear's.

Mating for life, so it is the Pixie way...Fortuitous are we that it was not changed upon that day.
Nobody wants him, he just stares at the world. Planning his vengeance, that he will soon unfold. - Iron Man