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Posted By: yume*dream*yume Apr 12, 2003 - 10:04 am

Angels gaze upon the spoiled world
Of man and animals not made to talk,
They weep silent tears
Because nothing is to be done
And nothing can be.

A wise angel;
Naught but a child,
Speaks in a loud and clear voice:

“Brothers and sisters,
there is but one answer to this problem.
Call out the fairies,
Call out the sprites.
Call out the unicorns,
And long forgotten animals that talk.
They alone hold the key
To what we so strenuously
Worry over.”

They look around in amazement,
Surprise written on every face,
But an old man with a beard
As long as a river
Comes forth with a shell.

With the breath of an old man he blows deeply
Into the shell of magic forgotten
A sound of harmony
Trust
Love
Fills the forsaken air.

The angels bow down as millions
Fairies
Sprites
Unicorns
Talking animals
File in, all smiling.

A foal, his horn barely grown, steps forward,
His tiny golden hooves making wind.
In a tiny voice,
One heard throughout the heavens,
He spoke.

“You called us, we came.
We come back to the world
We were banished from
Because they cannot live
Because they cannot survive
All because,
They had forsaken us.

“We are forgiving.
We shall help them.”

With a cheer that broke through the muffled sounds of heaven,
The millions of creatures sang,
Sang harder and louder than ever before.
They sang so loud the world could hear them;
The water churned;
The earth rumbled;
The mountains reluctantly bowed;
The sky was bluer than ever before;
The sun shown bright;
The stars twinkled;
The moon burst into white flame;
And the people…

The people,
They woke from slumber
They were startled from dull activities.
They lifted their faces,
Young and old,
To the sound of forsaken creatures
That were forgiving enough to try and save them.

A young boy,
Naught but the age of three,
Left his mother’s side.
He climbed to the top of his jungle gym,
Lifted his tiny hands and face to the heavens,
And sang with them.

He sang an unknown song,
But one that all the earth heard,
About the happiness of discovering his dreams;
The dreams that were wrapped in fairy tales,
Dreams that were made of unicorns,
Dreams that made old dragons fly,
Dreams that made his mother cry.
All the creatures listened
To the child’s song.
They all wept for his love of them,
And they all hugged and kissed each other
For the joy of being wanted.

In a flourish of feathers,
Scales,
Wings,
Dresses,
And wands,
The creatures forgotten flew down to the world.

They crowded beside the child,
The child that began to weep at the sight of them,
The child that hugged every animal
And kissed every fairy
Sprite
And spirit.
The child that had a mind so filled with wisdom
Every creature there
Wondered.
Wondered who he was,
Why he wanted them,
Them; them, who were exiled.
Them who were exiled because mankind could not defeat them.

The child stepped back and looked at them.
“My friends,
I am glad you came.
You see,
I am to blame.
I wandered the earth so long ago,
Farther than I meant to go,
All because a stupid wish
Set me here on earth.
My spirit is that of one of you.
You are my brothers and sisters.”

They all cheered, and his mother was afraid.
“You are not my child!” She exclaimed.
The child sat down hard on the soft grass.
“I am. My spirit is of old
my mind that of yours.”

Eternity swam before his eyes,
His mother saw him wander,
His spirit was gathering
His spirit was creating
The world he longed to go to,
The world called imagination.

Imagination;
Is it not but a dream,
The same dream that called the fairies;
The sprites;
The unicorns;
The creatures of old?
Imagination that can make everything so far away
So close
So real
So there
That you could reach out and touch it,
And just as easily lose yourself in it.

But the creatures let him;
His mother wept her tears but let him slip away,
Through her fingers like so many grains of sand;
And the three year old boy was dead.
For the effort of being;
The effort of being the one who could make the creatures come back,
The one who could make them wanted.

His last wish was to be in his world,
The one with all his fairy tale friends.

They fulfilled his wish.