And the sun rises and sets and passes over us.
And the moon rises and sets and passes over us.
And the stars rise and set and pass over us.
I turn around as Kylie and Nigel enter the clearing in the middle of the hedge labyrinth made of laurel plants.
»There you are«, Kylie says.
»With that black sheep we have met before«, Nigels adds the obvious.
»Creatures of night, brought to light! the black sheep proclaims. »What do I have to do to make you believe that I am Mr Tumbleweed, a faun, not just any black sheep from the pastures, humans? It is like being caged again at Mommy Fortuna's Midnight Carnival where they put false, shining horns on real unicorns' foreheads to make so-called normal people see and recognize them as real unicorms.«
Kylie sighs deeply.
»And somehow I feel like it was the last unicorn at that time«, she whispers.
»And we have missed the Full Corn Moon, the black sheep, who wants to be called Mr Tumbleweed, the faun, remarks. »Some will call it Harvest Moon because it was the nearest moon to the autumnal equinox.«
And the mystical being starts turning in circles, slowly at first, then causing a little whirlwind made of earth and dust. The animal is getting taller, standing up on hindlegs that all of a sudden look more like goats' legs than sheep legs. Some kind of transformation has begun.
»Creatures of night, brought to light!«
Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No.
And the moon rises and sets and passes over us.
And the stars rise and set and pass over us.
I turn around as Kylie and Nigel enter the clearing in the middle of the hedge labyrinth made of laurel plants.
»There you are«, Kylie says.
»With that black sheep we have met before«, Nigels adds the obvious.
»Creatures of night, brought to light! the black sheep proclaims. »What do I have to do to make you believe that I am Mr Tumbleweed, a faun, not just any black sheep from the pastures, humans? It is like being caged again at Mommy Fortuna's Midnight Carnival where they put false, shining horns on real unicorns' foreheads to make so-called normal people see and recognize them as real unicorms.«
Kylie sighs deeply.
»And somehow I feel like it was the last unicorn at that time«, she whispers.
»And we have missed the Full Corn Moon, the black sheep, who wants to be called Mr Tumbleweed, the faun, remarks. »Some will call it Harvest Moon because it was the nearest moon to the autumnal equinox.«
And the mystical being starts turning in circles, slowly at first, then causing a little whirlwind made of earth and dust. The animal is getting taller, standing up on hindlegs that all of a sudden look more like goats' legs than sheep legs. Some kind of transformation has begun.
»Creatures of night, brought to light!«
Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
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Today is Friday, the 29th of September 2023.
Full Corn Moon
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