i am that merry wanderer of the night i jest to oberon and make him smilewhen i a fat and bean-fed horse beguileneighing in the likeness of a fill foaland sometimes lurk i in a gossip's bowlin the very likeness of a roasted craband when she drinks, against her lips i boband on her withered dewlap pour the alethe wisest aunt telling the saddest talesometime for three-foot stool mistaketh meslip i from her bum, down topples sheand "taylor" cries, and falls into a coughand the whole quire hold their hips and loghand waxen in the mirth, and neeze, and sweara merrier hour was never wasted therebut room faery, here comes oberon...----------------
--Darcia Royal Heir-Proper to the Throne of AvalonDaughter of Magus Crowned King of Dark AvalonSon of Darcia Royal Heir-Proper to the Throne of AvalonSister of Oberon wrongly Crowned King of AvalonDaughter of MabFormer King of AvalonOfficial X-Chick Goddess of the Crystal Wolf and Darcia Worshipers Association"Beauty is eternal in the shadow of a thousand whispered moments."
I am the way into the city of woe.
I am the way to a forsaken people.
I am the way into eternal sorrow.
Sacred Justice moved my architect.
I was raised here by divine omnipotence,
primordial love and ultimate intellect.
Only those elements time cannot wear
were made before me, and beyond time I stand.
Abandon all hope ye who enter here. |
