Once Upon A Time
by J.C. - Brinson-Untiet
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When Evil Ruled It's Own Land.
Deep in time 'fore legends grew when science was nil and skeptics few. In a farthest East and widest West. There beat the heart of Magick.
Two lands apart One fair, One grim. Each harbored secrets safe within, and never did a creature dare to journey twixt the unlike pair.
All things wondrous, rich and bright Faeries, Elves and Witches white, Beast that talked and stately Queens, Princes without their peas. Wizards wise with deeds arcane; All mingled peacefully without pain not knowing grief, without a foe. Such was life in Longago.
By contrast, in harsh Farway. A place where Death would come to play, Ogres ruled the craggy land while bones lay bleached in burning sands.Warlocks cruel and Witches Dark. Practiced black and wicked arts. Nothing good dwelt in that place. Where Evil lived in every face.
And so the two lands stayed aloof. Existence of the other, Proof. That East and West could never meet.Yet, isolated. Incomplete.
But Good confined could spread no cheer and Evil chained could breed no fear. So naught did change and nothing grew there were no tales of daring do.
No faeytales. No myths begotten. No legends born from feats forgotten. For separately, 'Twas naught to show. In Faraway and Longago.
Until on Eve, a creature brave (Despite A promise to behave.) Did cry aloud, when story read
" Oh not again! They're all so boring!"" Nothing ever goes awry. I never see the Princess cry! The Wizards always get it right and stars are always shining bright! Or if we visit Faraway. A bad spell never goes astray and ghost and goblins never scare the other evil creatures there!"
Then enraged he tore from the book the map Of Lands, and had a look at those two places,West and East Filled with wonder, filled with beast and in-between a Sea so vast. That never would be surpassed.
And slowly, bending in his hands he curled and rolled the Map Of Lands.Until the East did meet the West And there he let the edges rest.
Opposing now are juxtaposed for better or worse, the Boy supposed, As, pleased, he heard his mother say," Longago and Faraway..."
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A beautifully flowing lyrical tale. Well done J.C! Thank you for this offering. Regis|
|Reviewed by Cheryl Sellers
|how wonderful your tale and when read aloud it sings to me, I will be keeping this to reread again and again... a new favorite of mine forever more|