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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Fairy Thief ( part . ll )
[time] => 2006-12-02 15:59:11
[hometext] => symbolic poetry ll
[bodytext] => Part ll **** silent for the hours layed the little souls , a hundred count and such the rarity are they that all their race was strewn about the mages raised their little staffs and tried to call the fairy god though growing sick , they soon collapsed 'neath the clouds as thunder roared and 'pon the edge of final sleep they saw the king of horrid truth from hell of endless fathom deep the mythic terror walked the earth the master of the fog , no doubt face a wasp of silent stare taller than a thousand count of any fairy lying there and in its fist it held the sun and shone it down to gauge the land the little folks were lying stunned and sick with mist it damned them in the beast of hell , the god of death it reached for them with massive hand and they with fragile , baited breath waited for the bitter end it scooped them upwards , every one and from their fear a fainted sleep with restless dream of hells to come hells eternal fathoms deep but lo' they woke to sun of dawn and sweetened breath of healthy air swirling from their savoir's yawn - a maskless child sleeping there -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The poem has a symbolic meaning as well - The fairies represent us humans. The green fog represents sickness and old age. The beast of hell represents death. Yet in the end death turns out to be nothing more than a harmless child ( her mask represents our fear of the unknown ) who is unmasked to reveal a helpful force which saves us from the pain of sickness and old age and gives us a new life and a fresh healthy body. In the poem the green fog is actually pesticide blown off course from a crop dusting plane and the little girl is the daughter of the farmer who had stolen her fathers gas mask and went to play in the woods as her dad worked. hope you enjoyed Truly , Doug [comments] => 4 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 49 [informant] => doug [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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