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An epic poem of how the sun and moon and stars and earth came to be...a fairytale for those 8 to 80. "Destined to be greater than the classics!" -Don Patterson, retired Disney animator/creator
~~591 lines and 5123 words. ©copyright 1988 Quesinberry, LoC ®Txu 462 649
In its infancy, this poem was stolen. Read about its history in an article at http://www.buzzle.com/editorials/9-22-2003-45714.asp
* * * * *
I skipped across a waterfall and suddenly tumbled into a cave, damp and cold;
but, within its crystalline walls, I found a fairytale never before told!
It was about a Prince bright and a gentle Princess fair;
and, from nowhere, I heard pan flutes and harp strings upon the air.
Then, tinkling chimes whispered, “’Tis time to tell this tale true .”
So, come now I to reveal mysteries only the heavens knew!
I turned old parchment pages, careful not to tear,
and read, Once there was a Princess with long, dark hair
Who lovingly ruled a quiet, gentle kingdom
with much tenderness and great wisdom.
And her face fair cast a soft glow of silver light
so her people would not lose their path at night.
Across the black void, there ruled a Prince, tall and bright,
with golden hair and a face casting a brilliant, warm light;
and that kingdom prospered with his nurturing touch—
wondrous lands bountiful and beautiful, and his people had much.
But, the Prince found that he was down and lonely as could be;
thus, he decided to cross that void of black sea.
The Prince stood regally before his glistening amethyst throne
and spoke to his people, “In two of our times the universe I shall roam,
and find for this kingdom a Princess fair and beautiful
to rule beside me this our world, warm and bountiful.
Should darkness descend, thou shalt know that the legend lives.
Thou shalt fear not, for the Almighty will again peace give.
In times two the Prince departed, so dark the void that it was a perilous trip,
but the Prince was brave and upon his white Pegasus held his grip.
Why, there were not even tiny points of light to guide him,
save a small silver glow far and thin.
Determined, he kept his Pegasus straight with that glow,
for surely there he would find the girl he wanted to know.
Meanwhile, the Princess looked about her soft-lit lands
and quietly realized that she was without future plans.
She had no Prince to share her mystical, magical dreams,
or to cast another kind of light upon this peaceful scene.
“But!” she fretted to Tidban, “What can I do?
There are no Princes among the royalty few!”
So, the Princess sent the Page out among her gentle people,
who spoke with many and declared her wish from the church steeple.
It was then that the Baker’s wife stepped forth with a vision
and a word of caution to the Princess and her decision.
“For a Prince comes, casts ye apart in ice,
and crystal pearls litter the void thrice!”
For days there was much talk among one and all,
each wondering about this Prince come soon to call.
At last, curiosity waned and all went about their work,
while children played quietly— with hardly a word.
Alas, the Princess was perplexed and wondered of ice and three times crystal
“What can this mean?” she fretted, “He bears ill upon this world?”
The Princess ruled a world of love and could not fathom pain,
yet, deep in her wisdom she felt there had to be a measure of gain.
So, she consulted with her ministers, the temple priest, and even the Almighty!
Curiously that Great One spoke, “The answer ye shall find. Seek not within thy mind.”
Not understanding, the Princess finally returned to her tasks of government,
almost forgetting about the omen and, yet, filled with a strange wonderment.
It was one silver-lit evening as the Princess, Tidban and Trust surveyed her lands
that, of a sudden, a strange glow moved across the void faster than she could raise her hand!
Quickly her people hid their eyes when suddenly the horizon lit bright
and in their midst reigned a golden Prince— to cover the night!
Each and sundry were soon in awe at his warm glow
and in joy fast forgot the warning foretold.
With great authority the Prince spoke, “I seek a Princess fair of face;
and, I have traveled long and far to find her in this gentle place.”
It was then he looked beyond to the silver-lit waters of the river,
saw there a mystical image upon a great white Unicorn, and he shivered.
She moved away, but the Prince knew this was she whom he had sought and
“To greet this great beauty, I must know what is the task?”
No one could answer, save the Baker’s wife who came forward.
With disdain she said, “’Tis no great task, save that ye know the true word.
So, follow yonder golden path to the great palace beyond;
and, remember, of the Princess we are most fond.
Careful ye tread not upon her gentle spirit and tender heart,
lest all be torn asunder and in ice cast apart.”
“Curious!” the Prince thought as he turned to follow that golden path,
“Of course I am of truth! Why would that old woman warn me of such wrath?”
His thoughts soon fell away and the Prince found himself before great golden
set within high walls of glittering crystal and, for only a moment, wondered at his fate.
But, a High Priest came and presented the Prince to the great throne chamber of pure crystal walls,
its throne of clearest gold amid scented flowers such as he had never seen and the musical sound of waterfalls.
Though the walls and ceiling were clear, the Prince marveled that he could not see beyond,
and a waterfall magically cascaded from a wall to a bottomless pond!
The room glistened and glittered, mirrored upon the white marble floor, soft yet bright;
and, though he found no source, the vast room flickered of candlelight.
And, then it was that the Prince heard harps and pan flutes from nowhere,
the relaxing tones echoing a humming voice, soft and fair.
The Prince was urged comfortable among many pastel cushions and offered drink
in a diamond chalice,
and in all he surveyed he realized that this was a land without malice.
It was then that entered the dark-eyed Princess in a flowing glittering white gown
regally followed by a great furry silver beast, who at once upon her train settled down.
“Trust, thy must move but a little.” The Princess spoke gentle and soft.
“Meow, purrrr.” the emerald-eyed beast flicked his great tail and moved upon the throne aloft.
With a dazzling gentle smile, the Princess turned around
and, instantly, the Prince knew that he would never again be lonely or down.
Demurely the Princess curtsied and gently offered a slim delicate hand,
“I am Princess Selina. By what name are ye called, stranger to my land?”
Quickly she gestured to the cushions and there joined the Prince for a time,
though, for a space, nothing was said, only heard were tinkling chimes.
The Prince was struck breathless as he gazed at this lovely vision, in her hair a sweet scented white flower.
It was as though she had cast a magic spell over him, drained him of all power.
The Princess gently smiled, sensing the spell, knowing she too had a feeling.
Why, upon earlier seeing him, she had felt that he was her Prince and it left her senses reeling.
“Forgive me, my lady, for I stare.” the Prince finally spoke. “I am the Prince Anthos;
and, I have traveled far across the great black void from the land of Samos.
It was then, startled, that Anthos saw tiny curious black eyes amid a small masked face
as it peeked from behind Selina’s long dark hair, its hiding place.
“Oh, my lady! What is this minute beast so near you?” Anthos asked.
“And, that great one upon the throne, so regal it basks?”
Selina’s laughter tinkled merrily, “Come Tidban!" and Trust lept to purr about her feet.
“Tidban is ferret and Trust is feline, both loving friends and gently sweet.”
“Tidban is full of mischief, tiny and small, but he is the merriest of them all.
While Trust is tall and of great girth,
he is among all and to me of great worth.
Again, Selina laughed and stroked her pets. “They are quite harmless.”
“So, it seems.” Anthos said as he reached for Trust, who stared quite fearless.
“Tidban and Trust are with me always, even upon Faith, my Unicorn.”
Then, in the distance a sound echoed, the wail of a royal horn.
“We shall soon dine. I implore thee to join me, Prince Anthos.”
And, Selina was pleased with his answer, this Prince from Samos.
It was then that they proceeded to the dining hall
where joy abounded among the servants, one and all!
The Prince marveled at the soft silver glow of Selina’s face fair,
and the gentle wisdom of this Princess with long, long dark hair.
“What a wondrous, soft light” the Prince thought,
“To light the night after the day my people have wrought!”
When they again had taken comfort, the Prince spoke, “What call thee this land of gentle peace?”
“Why Prince Anthos, how wise thou art!” the Princess exclaimed, “For it is, indeed, the Land of Peace.”
Princess Selina was captivated and soon found herself in love,
so sure she was that this Prince was her answer from above.
Each day was filled with joy as the Prince gave to all warmth and pleasure
and each night was a many splendored treasure,
for the people were happy in the best of both worlds.
But not one! No, nary a one remembered the prophecy of crystal pearls.
The Prince taught many of his world and its great beauty,
how all grew and abounded beautiful and free of duty,
of strange plants, great mountains and waters diamond bright,
and of gentle warmth from a brilliant, yellow light.
Indeed, Prince Anthos was fair and wise, but the old Baker’s wife remained aloof,
fearful that the legend of old would revive and bring devastation as proof.
Princess Selina grew confident, feeling sure that within the Prince was great love,
For just that day she had seen an omen from the palace, the wings of the Almighty’s white dove.
“It is time…” she whispered to Tidban, “to reveal the wisdoms of the pastel dancing fountain.”
So it was that, upon their mounts, the Prince and Princess set out for Magic
Soon they dismounted before the dancing waters of many rainbow colors.
“It is said,” Selina offered, “that within these waters is life never-ending for lovers.”
The Prince laughed disbelievingly, “My lady, it is only friends that never part!
Only friends that never suffer pain and broken hearts!”
Trust hissed and Selina looked away, knowing that he knew not what lay deep
within his soul.
Prince Anthos, too, looked up the mountain. “What is yonder? Within the
mountain a great hole?”
Selina spoke softly, “It holds a great legend of old and is called the Cave of
“Ah.” said the Prince knowingly. “We, too, have such a cave. Might we go by yonder path?”
Selina shivered. “We must not enter therein for, once, our world was full of
Then, the Almighty came and cast the wrath within the cave and, with it, all that was danger.
The legend tells of a son to come who, for a space, will set free the wrath and
and, pain will prevail for yet a time and then he will return, brave and bold.
I do not understand anger and pain, so fear I to enter, to lay eyes upon its crystal throne,
to, by chance, set up its fierce commotions. Nor could I bear to hear its painful moan.”
Prince Anthos understood. “There is a Cave of Indecision in my land with such a tale.
For a time fear and doubts filled our people, but it was forced into the cave by a great hail.
So, too, it is said that a maiden fair will revive the dark clouds of fear and doubt;
but, within her is magic and, somehow, she is to turn it all about.”
Anthos said no more, suddenly feeling a dark fear when he looked upon the
knowing that it was his duty to his people and his lands to protect them with great care.
Still, for a time, they gloried in each other’s world, one bright, one soft;
but, there were times when Prince Anthos wondered that he and his Pegasus
should fly aloft.
Nonetheless, the Prince was charmed by the song of night birds,
and enchanted by silver-lit waters whispering tender words.
Though now hesitant, Selina blossomed more fair in Anthos’ glorious light,
And smelled of his world strange flowers that opened not in her night!
Selina’s people were prospering and much laughter rang throughout the land,
as everyone increased their tasks and set about to build a new temple by hand.
Why, even the children, once shy and quiet, danced about and sang merry
the little girls with flowers about their heads and little boys acting big and strong.
Oh, indeed, it was a joyous time; but, the Baker’s wife once again felt a stir of chill,
sensed that this Prince unknowingly brought with him an ill will.
Suddenly, one day the Prince spoke of doubt and uncertainties,
and, though it pained him, he left to explore other possibilities.
Once again, the Baker’s wife spoke softly upon the stirring wind,
“There be about broken hearts and departing friends. The legend lives now and wills bend.
Our Princess stands, does not fall, but remains quiet and still;
and, for a time, there is no respite, no strong will.”
* * * * *
Selina’s people stood roundabout and shivered in the night,
each wondering what would happen without the warmth and brilliant light.
The Baker’s wife ceased her labor and closed her eyes,
a certain knowing that the Princess would not die;
yet, another omen warned of the essence of time,
and that some emotions are kin to crime.
Princess Selina quickly forgot her people and fled to the Cave of Wrath,
her pain leaving no soft glow for the night’s path.
There, she tearfully moved toward the cold crystal throne.
Tidban clucked and Trust spit, and from Selina’s torn heart there uttered a
Upon the massive throne she turned to look about the great crystalline room,
felt its icy evil, sensed the rising of terrible sadness and gloom.
In only a short space of time blackness fell upon both kingdoms,
and the people cried out with fear and loss of gentle wisdom.
Mothers grabbed up their children and the men ceased their work,
each and all feeling the piercing of evil’s sharp saber and malicious quirk.
One by one they all grew cold and each wondered why;
and, it was then Selina’s people heard the wail of a soft, plaintiff cry.
A roar bellowed from the Cave of Indecision in the land of Samos,
and, instantly, the black legend lived in absence of Prince Anthos.
But, the words were remembered in this once bright land,
and the people fell in prayer that the Almighty give again into their hands.
Quiet prevailed save the mighty roar of doubt and fear,
in the darkness a driving rain mingled with tears.
Meanwhile, Selina’s people were sore afraid and trembled at an awesome roar
some looking to the void in stunned wonder,
while others fell to their knees to pray.
Why, even the children cried and ceased to play!
Then, an evil black cloud descended on Magic Mountain to hide the path;
and, again, a soft cry echoed from the Cave of Wrath.
“Something must be done!” shouted the parish Priest,
“Or there will be famine and a buzzards feast!”
And, among the people there arose a din of questions,
while others offered theories and, some, suggestions.
Finally, one came forward, the Lumberjack, big and bold,
“I believe I can find the reasons for this unbearable cold!”
“Yes! Yes!” the people cried as the big man bundled in fur, warm gloves and hat.
Then, in the direction of the cry, he set out upon the mountain track.
Wearily the people turned to gather in the church for warmth and prayer,
so many there were that some stood, not having a chair.
The Parish Priest bowed his head and lifted his hands high,
“Oh, Great One!” he cried out, “Let not our Princess die!”
The Lumberjack stumbled and fell, and sometimes crawled upon the path;
but, he climbed on, sure the answer would be in the Cave of Wrath.
Somewhere, unaware of the night’s folly, the Prince roamed many places,
found many great lands, precious jewels and beautiful faces;
but, none so fair could Prince Anthos find,
nor was there even one who understood his mind.
And in all his travel, the Prince began to hear rumors,
even some that rankled of ill humor;
and, soon, he paused to look back at what he had left.
“What a fool!” he cried out, knowing he would never rest,
for the Princess had become known far and wide
as the Ice Princess who hides… and cries.
Prince Anthos wondered if he could go back that way,
and return to Selina the light of day,
reclaim that gentle Princess and her soft silver glow,
and dispel that tragic vision of doom foretold.
“You fool!”, he cried out again, fear and doubt eating at his soul.
“I must overcome!”, Anthos declared and quickly took charge of that goal.
Meanwhile, having made his find, the Lumberjack carefully led all back up the path;
and, soon, all the people stood sadly in the Cave of Wrath.
There they looked upon their Princess, but for her face, encased in ice,
who moved not, only shed many tears each hour thrice.
And, littered upon the floor lay those tears like crystal pearls,
each sparkling like tiny lights of other worlds.
“We must cast warmth upon our Princess so to set her free!”
the people cried, “So that upon our path her soft glow be!”
The Lumberjack somberly spoke, “May I approach near to our Princess?
I feel that I have upon me that which may relieve her great distress.”
Bidden so, the big man gently wrapped Selina in his great fur,
but it slipped from icy shoulders to fall about the feet of her.
‘Oh, what can we do? What can we do?” cried each and everyone,
“We have not warmth or light of the brilliant one!”
All looked about the cave, “Selina’s face fair is too pale and soft—
and, we see nothing here below or even aloft,
save those strangely hewn logs about the mouth of this icy room!”
And about their shoulders settled an evil presence of anguish and gloom.
Though there were many people, there were wise ones few;
but, forward came a wise old sage giving advice and answer, too.
“Get ye about, gather the logs and make ye posts of fire!
And, careful, nary a one of ye should tire!
Set each blaze roundabout the Princess fair.
Be watchful and tender the flame with great care!”
Great emerald eyes and silver fur standing, Trust spat at all who came too near,
for he was to protect Selina lest the people chipped the ice in fear
while Tidban chattered warningly from Selina’s icy shoulders
as the people scattered about searching for posts among crystal boulders.
Yes, Tidban and Trust knew the answer was not within the cave,
nor within those timbers carved by hand lathe.
The Baker’s wife, who in the city had stayed behind
could see all that happened within her mind.
Without thought, she whispered upon the icy breeze,
“Ye forgot thy people and soon they freeze.
Time has passed, regain love and friend.
Ye have only to blow against that evil wind.”
In the Void, still afar, Prince Anthos urged his Pegasus to greater speed,
an urgency deep within his soul sensing the peoples need.
Much time had passed, but Anthos had faced all the fears and uncertainties,
realized that he had found nothing in all those other possibilities;
and, he had learned that he had avoided that one word of truth… love,
that love within and without held all the power of the One above.
Back at the cave, the frozen Princess stood watching all scurry about,
each building posts of fire as though they had no doubt.
Then Selina sensed the touching of sensible words,
the same stirring her soul, though she had not heard.
“What does this mean?” she thought as yet another crystal tear struck the floor,
“Love reclaims and friends restore?”
Soon the Princess was encircled with columns fire,
and the Parish Priest warned, “Let not the flames be higher,
lest the ice crack and melt too fast
and upon the flames our Princess be cast!”
The flames danced and mirrored against the ice of her royal white gown,
and glints of fantasy fire sparkled from her jeweled crown.
The air about the cave became thick and hot,
causing the people to wonder that the ice melted not;
and, still, the crystal tears of the Princess fell,
different reasons now, but she could not speak to tell.
“So foolish!” she wanted to cry, she had put herself here,
forsaken her people and fled in loveless fear.
Selina remembered the day that she and Anthos road upon the mountain,
the foolish words he had spoken before the magical Pastel Fountain.
She had so wanted to say then that in matters of the heart there must be
both friends and lovers,
there could be no strength without one or the other.
Oh, how she had failed Anthos, failed to share that connection of heart and
that without that link there would be no joy and giving in kind.
Yes, now Selina could see that love lost was her own.
She had caused the freezing cold and angry wind blown,
the agony of her people lost in fright,
and the blackness upon their path at night.
Why, she had even lost faith, strength and will!
But, what could she do, frozen quiet and still?
So much did Selina wish to blow against that ill wind,
nevermore to forsake, weaken and bend;
but, the efforts of her people seemed too meager,
though they toiled on, tireless and eager.
Finally, weary for answer, Selina closed her dark, expressive eyes in prayer,
while quiet murmurings of the people wondered what next to dare.
The Baker’s wife, still in vigil, felt suddenly a warm stir of air
and slowly turned to see a Pegasus still great wings, upon his back the Prince fair.
Once again, Anthos had covered the dark with brilliant light
and filled the air with warmth and dazzling sight.
Then, Anthos humbly spoke, “I seek after Selina whom I had forsook.”
But! the wise old woman cast upon him only a curious look.
Then, slowly, the Baker’s wife raised her hand at him,
with wisdom she pointed a finger, long and thin,
and warningly said, “A child ye be! Turn away, get ye about!
and, take with ye thy fear and clouds of doubt!”
The Prince went to turn but stopped when she slyly said,
“Or… quickly climb yonder path before the Princess be dead.”
Upon the Pegasus back, Anthos commanded those great wings,
and the air did sing with pan flute and wind strings!
The old woman again cautioned, “Ride steady upon they mount.
But! Be warned, ride not past the frozen fount!
Depart into the cave to cleanse thy doubt and fear,
careful ye disturb not the crystal tears!”
Anthos and his mount moved carefully through the dark cloud upon the mountain
and he remembered that day, careless words said before the Pastel Fountain.
He had learned much since that time, had grown to understand the meeting
of heart and mind,
how only then love could blossom and gloriously shine.
He had even come to see that true love is that perfect blend of lover and friend.
And, then again, he heard words of wisdom cast upon the wind.
The Baker’s wife urged the Prince, “Thy courage within the ring of fire and ice,
and call out Luna, not once! But thrice!
For ye shall become a Prince of days
and she a Princess of night, and ye shall rule always.
And crystal tears be priceless pearls
betwixt and between both light and dark worlds!”
Finally, Anthos came upon the frozen Pastel Fountain
and there dismounted to see a rainbow upon the mountain!
“This bears good omen”, The Prince bravely thought,
“of pain and fear time before has wrought.”
Then, magically, the rainbow fountain began to dance and sparkle of love prevail
and within the trees birds sang a merry chorus and Anthos knew he could not fail.
Anthos moved beyond, struggled and climbed the treacherous path,
stumbled once, then twice before the yawning mouth to the Cave of Wrath;
but, bravely he continued, for the love of his life was clearly in danger
of the evil power set free to rain down its chaos and anger.
Anthos had only to remember the legend of a son, brave and bold,
and a maiden fair, that they two would restore all from misery and cold.
Roundabout the cave the people became weary and fell to tire,
and in misery watched the ice touched not by the fire.
Selina, still in prayer, heard the Parish Priest suddenly shout,
“The time is near, for warmth and great light is with out!”
Gently, Selina opened her eyes to see the Prince once more,
and not again did a crystal tear strike the floor!
The Prince stood still, a fear rising in rejection of him,
but then he remembered a finger, long and thin,
and the words of wisdom from a Baker’s wife.
Then, Anthos moved forward to battle that evil strife,
Bravely stepped through the ring of fire before the ice
and wisely called out Luna— not once but thrice!
Tidban snickered, Trust purred. “Oh, dear!” the people exclaimed, “Oh, my!”
for all seemed lost and Selina let go ever so small a sigh.
But! suddenly, that little sigh set up a fierce commotion,
and mightily it blew against that ill wind of emotion.
It swirled and spun, taking with it the warmth and light
to set free the soft Princess of glowing night!
Tidban and Trust moved away as the ice cracked, and splintered, and fell,
and the water rushed from the cave like a bridal veil!
For, thus, was born the waterfall in sunlit splendor,
and the Princess fell into arms gentle and tender
to evermore remember to keep love within,
for only then could she receive the love of him.
Anthos marveled at this dark Princess fair,
and knew fear nevermore as he touched her silken hair.
A great cry of joy and happiness rose up from the people,
and the Baker’s wife ran to toll the bell of the church steeple,
for she knew of a royal wedding come soon
between this Prince and Princess set free of gloom.
It was not long before Anthos and Selina stood before the temple Priest
to unite their love for all time and share a wedding feast.
And the people of both kingdoms came to see, both great and simple.
Why, so many there were, not all could enter the new ruby temple!
But, still, joy rang clear and sweet,
even for those who stood with out on the golden street!
Trust’s emerald eyes glittered, his sapphire collar sparkled, and he purred loud
as Tidban chuckled and peeked from beneath Selina’s royal veil proud;
for now they were trusted friends to both Prince and Princess,
and their world was now brightly, abundantly dressed.
Anthos glanced and winked at Trust as he regally sat upon the long train of
Selina’s wedding gown,
and Selina lovingly touched Tidban’s nose before she scampered down.
Then, from the silver steps of the clear ruby temple, Anthos issued a proclamation
that brought forth great joy and shouts of exclamation,
“Henceforth, thy heart shall rule thy mind, that evil may not encroach!”
Then, amid many smiles, Selina and Anthos entered the gold and emerald coach.
From within, Anthos further declared, “For thy heart can never lie,
and, therein, nary a one of ye shall die!”
The people merrily sang and followed the glittering coach to the palace gates,
wherein Anthos knew lay only the best of fates.
The Unicorns stood proud and steady as Anthos drew forth his Princess,
and they faced the people, feeling the joy of long departed stress.
A great shout arose, “Long live our King and Queen
And the proclamation of love they deem!”
In celebration, Anthos issued forth of the people a request,
that each one respond quickly and tarry not to rest.
“Gather ye baskets and collect all but one of the crystal pearls;
and, cast them far and wide into the black void betwixt our worlds,
that all who travel may have small points of light
to carry them safely between the day and darkness of night!”
All the people, and there were many, gathered the pearls of great price,
and scattered them across the void ‘til it was done thrice!
Then, they brought unto Anthos the biggest of the crystal pearls
and he gently tendered it to the north void betwixt the worlds
as a shining symbol of love united for an eternity.
And, then, Anthos kissed the face of Selina for all to see.
And, thus it was that the sun and the moon and the stars
came to beautifully light the worlds from the heavens afar.
And, each day, as the sun sets in the west,
it greets the moon in the east with a kiss before rest.
And the stars then twinkle and light the void soft,
the brilliant North Star assuring that love is always aloft!
Thus, evermore we learn to rule our minds from love within our hearts,
for therein we have joy of people that never depart;
and, if they do, then love, like the gentle wind,
will come again to reclaim all and friend.
So, too, we learn that uncertainties, fear and doubtful emotion
cannot withstand a joyous shout and loving commotion!
And, that, my friends, is the never-ending tale
of the Prince and Ice Princess, whose shining love never fails.
May you feel that the greatest love of all is what you find within yourself,
and, in favor of your mind, never put your heart upon a dusty shelf,
lest you rule yourself from the mind and a great lie,
lest you falter and your heart-spirit die.
- The never ending.
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|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|I hope this is published in print! What a delightful and beautifully crafted !Kudo's|
|Reviewed by Sara Russell
|An enjoyable ride through your fantasy tale. I am glad that love won the day... children everywhere will enjoy this one. Sara.|
|Reviewed by Zenith Elliott
|A definite classic, a joy to read time and time again. God has truly given you a gift. Best wishes to you always! ~Z~|
|Reviewed by Gloria Lewis-Vaughn
|Sister, I am left breathless! What a storehouse of talent you possess. Thank you, for this glorious tale that is not only for children, but indeed for those from eight to eighty! I advise those who have not read the background relative to this tale to go to the Buzzle.com site and do so. Once again, you take my breath away!
Love and Respect,
Gloria Lewis Vaughn
|Reviewed by Scott Zachary
|Truly impressive! I love your imagination and your romanticism.
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|A wonderful fairy tale, surely destined to be a favorite among children everywhere.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|WOW, what an epic! Wonderful job, Bonita! Enjoyed! *STANDING OVATION, CLAPPING WILDLY*
(((HUGS))) and love, your Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
|Awesome! Clap, clap, clap!
A well written and impressive epic!
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Excellent...clap clap clap.....am saving this in my file....cheers...love n luck.....BHUWAN|