Sunday, October 3, 2010

Hello Doghouse 2010 - The one that got away.

For the Princess of time.

He whispers as he wonders, only to himself he will forever ponder.

High above inside a tower lays a splendidly dressed maiden of time.

A princess, a lady, a dame of eternity. His forever woman.

Low and below he wanders around, curious just how to climb this high tower of time.

The princess of sorts hears his cry, but with out answer she sleeps in her beauty assured of rescue or courtship perhaps sooner than later.

This lowly placed man, having faced demons, dragons and ghouls all in a desperate and valiant pursuit to find and rescue the dame. He now struggles to gain her attention.

No song, nor dance or desperate screams can help to overcome the distance between
the two.

He sucks in deep with his lungs, as he climbs this great tower of time.

Days and nights pass, though only the promise of her beauty and elegance feeds his hunger as he suffers.

Eventually the princess of time is awoken, her attention gained...not by the hero of the tale but by a stranger.

One of fortunate chance, or mere circumstance.

Afforded arrogance of his life, without courage or honour he strolls in and claims her as a prize.

Far below oblivious and without clue, the hero of the fates struggles as she escapes.
Slipping away, far far away. Without notice or without care, the hero his deeds unknown they do whimper with the echoing of a cold ever growing distance.

With slow and pain filled time, he does arrive only that bit late.

She has left, perhaps rescued or merely trapped, but with another.

No noble end, nor heroic finale. Just a simple act of first come first served.

And so the tale stops, the tower empty, the deeds forgotten. The noble vacant from within his chest.

The princess now merely a woman, squandered and neglected while her man of that time stumbles and meanders. Life and time entwined, the tower now just another block in the endless suburban maze.

And our hero...still lost, still wandering, still whispering as he ponders. Without a princess and forever on his quest. Time makes the hero the fool, an idiot of eternity.

The princess forever merely the one that got away.


Hello Doghouse - Quintanism 2010

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