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"You wanna talk about fairies, all right, let's see. I once
knew this fairy, always broken down, always half-a-ways through
a book or two, never finished a drink, a cigarette, or a single
thought without stopping, looking up, and then re-evalating
the situation and deciding to start something entirely different,
this fairy's name was Whimsy and I tell ya' straight it was
one hard mistress to abide."
These words fluttered like feathers in a windstorm from
the Goblin King's thin and carefully painted lips.
He put his white, long fingers to the task of sweeping back
his golden mane from his eyes and continued.
"Fairies aren't like the you, I, and thems that wander-walk
this plane and that. Oh no! Quite the little abstractions
these shimmers of darkside light. They fancy themselves as
beyond the this's and before the that's. They are what they
are, Gods help us all."
He sits back in his luxurious and oversized throne...sinking
deep into the red velvet that makes up its cushions he looks
like a bone marionette, a mad king, a macabre Hamlet uttering
a diatribe on the fey culture....I write at a blistering pace
for fear of missing a single drop of regal insight into this
most hidden world.
"Fairies are the essence of all that should and should not
be. They are wild souls and forgotten dreams. The spirits
of the brilliant and the lost. When one should fall upon your
orbit never see the world the same and wash away the hints
of reality that frame your concept of yes-now-never."
I don't know exactly what he means, but then again, how
could I? He brings his legs up to his chest and wraps his
long arms tightly around them. He is pulled tightly in a awkward
ball sitting on the very edge of his throne he speaks with
a hollow resonance now as a melody seems to trail his delicate
words....
"There is no nature which is bad or good only balance which
falls with more precision each and every day...the fairies
blur that line ...precisley why I am so fascinated with them
...they are the frays on the fabric of time and the bump in
the road of destiny ...they are the moon in the noon day sky
and the X of every equation."
He unfolds and leaps from the throne to the marble floor
below and with silent grace rises tall and lean before me...he
smiles a wry smile and looks into my eyes. Without a word
more he departs the chamber and I am left four paragraphs
on what is surely the most elusive of topics. I feel quite
priviledged.
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