Illustrious Chapel
The pendulum of lofty time and space
is swinging gently hither fore and to.
It’s here we find we’re privy to a place
befit a lovely Elfin bride and groom…
Though perception is deception’s hand of doom.
“Hear ye, hear ye! Gather ‘round,”
was heard throughout assemblage,
“We’re here today to grace this ground
though ground be naught as can be seen…
I guess there must, it’s just so damn serene…”
“Step quickly now up stairs of silvered white,
yet carefully young master or you’ll slip…
The future of your daughter seems so bright!
All know what pity’s sake that’d be…
How would you swirl and twirl her, ‘Pon broken knee?”
Thrown wide are crystal doors they saunter through
to waiting groom so handsome and so virile,
when magically musicians strum on cue--
As all turn toward doors in whispered sighs…
To see the elfin girl, a pearl in father’s gleaming eyes.
Her thoughts on passing those assembled there-
“I must confess his relatives are queer!
Though they’ve elfin ears, complexions fair,
I’ve never seen the likes of these…
Who sniff my hem, cough phlegm and buttocks squeeze!”
Her father places on her hand
a kiss of blessings for the day,
and nods to groom of illustrious land
then slowly gives her hand in his…
But not before he’s lured by sounds of bubbling fizz.
It permeates the air they breathe,
he fumbles toward his cushioned seat,
then sits and stares ahead; enwreathed
by mindless dreams on long retreat…
Where love is caught or bought, by webs deceit.
How sudden beauty fades away
from trolls once clothed with elf mystic.
They’d waited years to avenge the day
their king was felled from elfin stick…
His darkened heart departed; death came quick.
Snarls heard, bloody garments torn!
Alas, witness’ do they naught.
These elves were as a baby born
with nary a single helping thought…
For if they’d known, they’d shown this horrid lot.
The pendulum of lofty time and space
still swings so gently hither fore and to.
It’s here we find we’re privy to a place,
not fit for any bride and groom…
Lest we forget-- Perception was deception’s hand of doom.
By Sandi Alford
© 2008 Sandi Alford
(All rights reserved)
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