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That night there was the royal wedding and feasting like the kingdom had never seen before. There was musicians and jugglers, singers and bards, and even jesters scampering around. When the King gave the Queen a long passionate kiss there was a stampede for the outhouses., where even some of the most battle hardened soldiers emptied their stomachs. Many of the Ladies of the court wandered back in looking rather pale and ill. None of this was noticed by the King. His eyes were only for the queen.

Now you can imagine that that night the Queen was so drunk that she forget she had a headache. As a matter of fact she was that drunk she did not even realise what was happening. So to her surprise, nine months later a child was born.

Thankfully for the midwives attending the infant took after his father, the King. Had it taken after the Queen they would have happily drowned it. The wet nurse was ready to hang herself rather than look after a thing that resembled the Queen. Fortunately none of this happened.

Time moved on and before you knew it one year had passed since that time down in the cellars. Of course the Queen had totally forgotten about the promise she had made. Her life for the last year consisted eating and sleeping. She had grown so big that there was no room in bed for the King so a second bed was placed near hers.

Many a wife thought that this was a great idea to get a troublesome husband out of their beds. Once out of the marital bed there was suddenly a lack of marital duties performed. This was a period of time the called the dark twin bed ages. Some husbands banded together and invented what they called the ‘King size bed’. This bed was much wider and many husbands reclaimed their marital rights. But this is another story altogether.

Right on time the wizened little man presented himself for his promised reward. All year long he had been waiting for this, to claim what was his due. It had taken weeks for his fingers to heal after that night. Even now there was some scarring still evident.

“I am here for my promised reward,” said the man. “You may present me to the guests as Rumpelstiltskin.” A smile lit up his wrinkled face at the thought of the festivities to come.

As mentioned earlier, she had completely forgotten about her promise. Now suddenly the thought terrified her. What if he was to let on to the King the truth about those nights. Surely the King would be so angry at being deceived that he would torture and kill her. Or even worse, deny her food until she faded away into nothingness.

As all these terrible thoughts ran rampant in her head, suddenly a plan was formulated. Not only was she fat, ugly and lazy but also without the slightest twinge of conscience, and as devious as a sewer rat.

“Please Sir Rumpelstiltskin can you take my baby out into the garden and let him enjoy the sunshine with you. While you are doing that I will arrange a grand reception befitting a fine man of your high station.” On and on dripped the words of honey until
Rumpelstiltskin had no choice but to agree.

Quickly she handed over the baby and showed him where the gardens were. The moment he was gone she ripped her dress, pushed her hair into disarray and splashed water on her face to simulate crying. The furniture she overturned and scattered all around. Then she ran, waddled really, to the King’s chambers.

“Help! Help!” she screamed as she entered, “he has taken our baby. He broke into my chambers and boasted that Rumpelstiltskin takes what he wants. He was heading for the gardens.”

The King despatched his men with orders to show no mercy. How dare anyone touch the Royal Prince. To do so would mean instant death. Heavily armed guards arrived in the garden. There they found Rumpelstiltskin as expected. Poor Rumpelstiltskin not expecting any trouble, thought that they had come to take him to his party. He was cut to pieces where he stood and his remains fed to the dogs.

The King and Queen lived, you might say, happily ever after. The truth about Rumpelstiltskin and his being betrayed was never told. Some time later two brothers, I think they were called Grimm, but I’m not sure, passed this way and they told the story quite different.

The reality was that Rumpelstiltskin was a poor innocent who had tried to help the Miller’s daughter and in return was betrayed and his good name besmirched.

Now I can hear you ask, what about the miller? Well I know that this is not part of the story but seeing that you asked.

Once his daughter was gone he suddenly found himself with money left over. No longer was all his labour going into providing for his lazy offspring. When he had enough money he decided to follow his dream, his main love. Drinking and being jolly. He opened a drinking establishment that he owned and not leased from the King.

This establishment he decided to call ‘The Miller’s Arms Hotel’. His fame quickly spread and people came from all around. Why he was so famous that they came from two counties over even.

Did he ever hear from the King and Queen? You guessed it, not even once. He lived to a ripe old age still being jolly to his last day.

Now you are the first to have been told about the shameful treatment of Rumpelstiltskin and how the truth was turned around. This is the whole truth and nothing but the truth.


The End

Enormous grey clouds feasted on sunbeams;
soft veils of mist further paling the light.
As I roamed 'cross the lush green outlands of Galway,
a skulking presence was sensed to my right.
Throughout my young life I’d heard many legends;
dragon tales embellished with time and stout ale.
Those who believed would beg I not wander,
lest I suffer the wrath the fates might assail.

Cold prickling gooseflesh, creeping in ripples,
stabbed at my flesh till I trembled with fear.
I knew beyond doubt, to the depths of my soul,
a dragon had spied me and lurked ever near.
I whispered an old Irish prayer to myself,
unable to move, but so wanting to flee.
When finally the beast did make itself known,
'twas a wee baby dragon stood staring at me!

We lingered in silence, awkward, unsettled,
though time had stood still and left us to dream.
I studied those soul piercing amber eyes,
and its shimmering scales of emerald green.
I feared for my life, yet no parent protested.
I felt a great sadness as deep as the sea.
I had on my hands a young orphaned dragon,
a beast who had taken a liking to me.

The Irish name "Lorcan" was seemly and ample
thus, bestowed on the dragon that curious day.
Time brought with it unavoidable change,
and the need for caution each step of the way.
How was a mortal entrusted this secret?
Not that I harbored an ounce of regret.
It's not everyday common folk meet with legends;
all my life long, I would never forget.

Lorcan hid well in his cave during day's light.
When all were asleep, he would soar through the sky.
He hunted and drank from the land and the loughs,
and sometimes I heard his low mournful cry.
This tale ends not with disheartening sorrow.
For you see, I did find in the sly Lorcan's lair,
not only the dame he had won in his travels,
but another wee dragon claimed residence there!

Slowly I drift towards awareness, I begin to surface
Even at this stage I realise there is something wrong
As my eyes open I try to focus, look around
There, at the end of my bed, standing so still

A faint ghostly figure, was it male or female?
I should be feeling terrified but I only feel calm
A strange sort of luminescence surrounds this figure
Gradually, ever so gradually it becomes brighter

Now I can see it is a female, incredibly beautiful
Her radiance lighting up the room, bouncing off the walls
Becoming so bright it was almost burning the retinas
For a moment I closed my eyes, her vision was still clear

Her white gown fluttering in a non-existent breeze
Catching the lacy sleeves as she raised her arms
Her flowing golden hair cascading down to her waist
And her skin so white and pale it was almost translucent

Her eyes bored into mine reaching down into my soul
Yet there was nothing but love and compassion in them
And her smile, men have fought battles for such as this
To tug at the heartstrings, to overwhelm with emotion

I just lay there, unable to even move, powerless to act
‘Steve,’ she spoke, no not spoke, rather more like a melody
A melody that flowed as sweet and thick as honey
One that sends ripples of pure pleasure through your body

‘Steve,’ again as the waves forcefully crashed against me
I lay there like a lonely lighthouse on a craggy rock
As wave after wave pounded me, washed over me
‘Steve,’ once again, and this time she held out her hand

Without the slightest hesitation I reached out and held it
Slowly I rose from my bed and moved next to her side
I felt, different, somehow more alive, like never before
It was as if I had drunken from the fountain of youth

And there on the bed lay a wrinkled old man, smiling
A man who had reached one hundred and two
Who had led a long, eventful life, with not too many regrets
‘Time to go home,’ she said, and I knew she was right

The Bridge stood like a
sentinal of doom against
this dense fog..
We all stood there wondering
who might venture the first
step towards this towering
monster
The wind howled through
the massive steel columns
that supported this mysterious
beast..
We only heard stories as to
what might be on the other
side..
A few hopefuls mumbled that
there might be a new beginning,
a new dawn
Still more seem to fear that
we merely were walking into
the jaws of death, mere sheep
being wooed into the stomachs
of some hellish other worldly
creature
A woman took a step toward the
bridge and an old man clutched
her arm and warned, 'Don't go!'
She pulled away and disappeared
in the fog
A brave soul?..
A fool?
We all wondered.
Strange clanking noises rang
out from the bridge and we
surmised the womans fate
Yet who had the courage to
follow in her foot steps?
What awaited us on the other
side?
What had we to loose to find
out?
Should we turn and merely retread
the same old ground we bemoaned
as 'death's vally?'
What was back there for us?
Better to die in freedom than
live as we had been living..
in self imposed slavery..
This is what we told ourselves
as we cautiously arm in arm
stepped toward the Bridge..
If only~

By: Schyler Silvey


our ship wrecked on shores that were unknown to me
no one escaped from what all i could see
i lay on the beach in shock and dismay
where i cry and so constantly pray
then i see life in the far distant sun
she looked very old though ever so young
her eyes were so red and blistering white
they seemed to emit a blinding bright light
and now it becomes ever so very clear
she is a lost witch, siren, demon or seer
now her eyes leave me so lost in a trance
as she approaches in a slow graceful stance
only moments go bye before she kisses me
my mind becomes filled with joy and so much glee
lost in a state of lust and disarray
i never knew this could occur in that way
i never thought this would happen to me
my head bitten off on the edge of the sea

The first letter of each line
spells the title of your poem.

~~~~ SNOWBALL ~~~~

S now swirling earthward on the breeze
N ude branches covered in the trees
O pen fields a carpet white
W ith Snowshoe Rabbits taking flight
B ulbs asleep beneath the ground
A utumns leaves no longer found
L akes and ponds and rivers freeze
L ayers of snow up to your knees

Sounds like Snowball time to me !! Hee Hee ! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The statue stands erect
for all to see his grace
and all it's glory.
His hair flows like a main
down his back and around
his face for all to see.
His clothes drape around
his body to show his power.
At his right and left sit
the lions protecting him
at his home.
They want to show there
strength and all their
loyalty to the master
that is near thee.
What a site this makes
to see Greek myth in
their beauty.
With fruit at their feet
and leaves there for all
to see how loved they are.
The plants decorate their
land that is at their feet
in the sand.
What a tradition to look
at and see their history.

Longing paradise
I rubbed sand in my long hair
Leaping in the air

A day with Sleeping Sorry no face... Saying i'm Sorry is just not me!
For nothing risked is nothing gained,
A game I just have to play,
To win your maiden heart,
Or lose and try somewhere else,
Life goes on,
They always say,
To that I toast,
And be on my way.
I pass downtown of the city,
Along the blocks and city streets,
I cross the shops and a small town,
Through the lanes that is going all the way down.
I make it across the ravine and valley,
Into open spaces of bluegrass county,
And in the middle of nowhere,
In the field of corns I think I am lost.
The scarecrow is there to keep me company,
For how long till the day is gone...
Not a soul beside me and I am shaking to the bones,
The chill has settle and here to stay.
As night approaches my eyes are amazed,
By the glory of heavean above dancing,
This is the land on which the sky sit,
And my mind and body is ready to sleep,
Tomorrow will bring a better fortune,
Life goes on,
They always say,
Today has been an adventure for me,
So far I face no known danger,
Like a sly seeking twister,
Or even worst still ...Count Dracula's sister!
My imagination is running free again,
Sleep tight under the stars and an Owl's lullaby....
A new world opens to me when dreams are roaming free.....Zzz...

Oh by the way...
If you're reading this tale of Sleeping Sorry no face,
I'm sorry this is the End,
Good night and sweet scary dream...Zzzz...