»Do you speak sheep?« Kylie whispers in llama's and my direction.
»Or faun?« Nigel, her son, adds quietly from our other side.
But foreign languages are not necessary, yet. Still four days till new moon and even if the sheep is starting to look sheepier than ever we are still able to understand it.
»Once there was the great Kingdom of Greenlion and Oberon and Titania were King and Queen of all fairies. They sat on their wooden thrones in their wide halls of the capital of the realm, the mighty City of Gold, where I lived. I was a young faun then with still growing hair on my goat-like legs and lower body and in my beard and still growing hornes and tail. But I already was a fabulously talented player of my magical pan flute. I played it every night and at every feast around the campfires. I enchanted my listeners with my music, made them dance and dizzy at the same time, made them dream and their dreams come true - even only within the lengths of one of my songs. They called me Mr. Tumbleweed because I always felt light and blown here and there by the warm winds of Greenlion and the Kollobita´´rtainnen Sea.«
»Kollobi…?« the llama begins to ask but Kylie is shushing the animal, all fascinated by the black sheep's story.
»But soon I got bored of the life in the City of Gold and on the Island and Continent of Greenlion. A longing feeling of Wanderlust got hold of me when I looked over the hills and mountains of my home from the golden towers or when I stood at the beach of the Kollobita´´rtainnen Sea following the waves rolling back from the land into the ocean and to the faraway horizons, only with my eyes. And I started to wonder what might lie beyond the bounds of my weak imagination. 'There is nothing for you out there', my friends and family said. 'All you need is here in the City of Gold. Here are all the ones who love you. Go ahead, play us another of your cheering songs. Dance for us. Dance with us!'
And I danced.«
»Or faun?« Nigel, her son, adds quietly from our other side.
But foreign languages are not necessary, yet. Still four days till new moon and even if the sheep is starting to look sheepier than ever we are still able to understand it.
»Once there was the great Kingdom of Greenlion and Oberon and Titania were King and Queen of all fairies. They sat on their wooden thrones in their wide halls of the capital of the realm, the mighty City of Gold, where I lived. I was a young faun then with still growing hair on my goat-like legs and lower body and in my beard and still growing hornes and tail. But I already was a fabulously talented player of my magical pan flute. I played it every night and at every feast around the campfires. I enchanted my listeners with my music, made them dance and dizzy at the same time, made them dream and their dreams come true - even only within the lengths of one of my songs. They called me Mr. Tumbleweed because I always felt light and blown here and there by the warm winds of Greenlion and the Kollobita´´rtainnen Sea.«
»Kollobi…?« the llama begins to ask but Kylie is shushing the animal, all fascinated by the black sheep's story.
»But soon I got bored of the life in the City of Gold and on the Island and Continent of Greenlion. A longing feeling of Wanderlust got hold of me when I looked over the hills and mountains of my home from the golden towers or when I stood at the beach of the Kollobita´´rtainnen Sea following the waves rolling back from the land into the ocean and to the faraway horizons, only with my eyes. And I started to wonder what might lie beyond the bounds of my weak imagination. 'There is nothing for you out there', my friends and family said. 'All you need is here in the City of Gold. Here are all the ones who love you. Go ahead, play us another of your cheering songs. Dance for us. Dance with us!'
And I danced.«
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.
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 wept.
And so we set out with the beast and his horns
And his crazy description of home.
🔙🔙🔙
🔙🔙🔙
🔙🔙🔙
🔙🔙🔙
Today is Thursday, the 9th of November 2023.
Transformation Part One
No comments:
Post a Comment