Once upon a time…<\/p>\n
Isn\u2019t that how these tales always begin?
\nTales of fay folk, elves, and angels…
\nOf devils in dark suits void of briefs
\nfor the sake of convenience.<\/p>\n
Well, here we go…<\/p>\n
Once upon a time
\nthere was a little girl
\nliving in a great big house
\nfilled with beauty.<\/p>\n
Mostly her beauty…<\/p>\n
And, I speak of mother
\nnot child. Children are more
\nprecious than beautiful…
\nwith a dose of precocious for spice.<\/p>\n
But, I digress…<\/p>\n
Every man in the kingdom
\nof freedom wanted the child\u2019s
\nmother, not for true love, however.
\nThere was a notion about her.<\/p>\n
She was a fantasy…<\/p>\n
One day, there in the dark
\nand narrow halls of a
\nhaint white kingdom, a sheriff worse than
\nNottingham crossed eyes with the child.<\/p>\n
He was evil personified…<\/p>\n
Such a sad, bad man, he was
\nthat when the child smiled
\nhe believed she was taunting him,
\nAnd so he swore revenge.<\/p>\n
He swore to kill the child…<\/p>\n
Instead, he did far worse.
\nAware of the King\u2019s disdain
\nfor murdering children,
\nhe had someone else do it.<\/p>\n
To both of them…<\/p>\n
But, like magic, or rather
\nwith the help of the magical
\nuniverse, whose control is
\nabsolutely perfect and in tune…<\/p>\n
They both came back…<\/p>\n
Mother as child, and child,
\nwell, years later when the mother
\nfound a young man with the
\nsame birdthday (spelling intended).<\/p>\n
They were all birds…<\/p>\n
That is, in the in-between.
\nThat part of life\u2019s cycle where
\ntomorrow is yesterday, and
\nbygones pass away…<\/p>\n
Eventually…<\/p>\n
Mother, knowing her beauty
\nwas at fault, took the beating
\nas any mother would take
\nfrom a monster for her child.<\/p>\n
But, there were so many….<\/p>\n
Many, many monsters,
\nboth male and female,
\nyoung and old alike, aching
\nto beat up on the Mom.<\/p>\n
And so it went….<\/p>\n
So it went for 60 years,
\nuntil Mama finally got
\npissed off enough to shout
\n\u201cEnough already!\u201d<\/p>\n
Do you want to fight?!!!…<\/p>\n
Silence. A deafening silence
\nfell over the land, like water
\ncrashing down from a broken dam
\nwhere too much rain fell too soon.<\/p>\n
And then it happened…<\/p>\n
Her every thought of revenge
\ncame true, because she refused
\nto give up and marry the
\nSheriff\u2019s disgusting son.<\/p>\n
That was part of the deal…<\/p>\n
Or so he thought, when he
\nthought he was King. He said,
\n\u201cYou have to marry one of these boys.\u201d
\nMama, just a child, didn\u2019t know marry<\/p>\n
from soda pop…<\/p>\n
\u201cPut a baby in here?\u201d she pointed
\nto her tiny abdomen.
\n“I think it\u2019s too small,
\nafter all, I\u2019m a baby.<\/p>\n
And babies can\u2019t fit into babies…”<\/p>\n
They tried anyway, and tried,
\nand tried, and tried, having forgotten
\nthe laws of nature and rebirth.
\nThey tried of all ages.<\/p>\n
They tried of all times…<\/p>\n
So Mama got a revenge of her own.
\nShe said, \u201cLet him live unnaturally long,
\nlet him live in pain and distress.
\nLet him beg for death.<\/p>\n
And so mote it be.\u201d<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, the real baby,
\nfar, far away in another world
\ngrew up and met a handsome prince
\nwho took her to France to get married<\/p>\n
In a castle!!<\/p>\n
The End.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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