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|For this story I'm presenting just a brief summary since this story I never finished writing. My inspiration behind and that motivated |
me to write it, was lost. Perhaps, because the ending I would have liked to come to fruition never did and likely never will and simply
because a resolution can't ever be possible when the other side isn't willing to resolve. As the saying goes, "You can't get blood out
of a stone" is definitely true in this case. Aikanáro turned out to be a two-faced, double crossing, hurtful, spiteful, tormenting monster
that Galadriël finally had to face and accept who/what he is. The summary of the ending written below is just wishful thinking and
because I like and always try for resolving differences for the purpose of achieving happy endings. When another can't get past their
ego and its pride, resolving an issue or issues becomes impossible.
The irony is, however, the ringleader behind it all, working on Aikanáro for years to get rid of Galadriël, ended up getting banished
themselves, but Aikanáro's ego fed pride won't allow him to rethink his decision brought on by jealousy and so, his kingdom continues
to crumble and he's lost the desire to care, leaving Galadriël unable to do anything to help restore the once great kingdom. So very sad.
|Oh, great King, Aikanáro be thy name, |
Have seen your mighty strength, been singed by your flame.
With an air of arrogance, a mountain full of pride,
A thicket of projections methodically applied;
High upon a pedestal, although up there alone,
You present yourself to which no one can atone.
But, you cannot hide what's deep within, concealed,
In spite intentions driven, for magic has revealed
A warm heart beating, romantically inclined,
Kind, gentle, yet strong, with an independent mind.
Only one that cares enough to pursue beyond your cover,
Will appreciate the soul within, be pleased to discover,
The elements of a rogue are just a masterful disguise,
But for a true believer, the reflections in your eyes
Speak in silence clearly, to tell a different tale,
For a rose lies in waiting, its beauty to unveil.
When the day has come, in the mirror you do see,
The greatest power within you has yet to be set free,
It is then you will be granted, a power unsurpassed,
And the darkness in your heart shall be out forever cast.
"Galadriel: Magical Maiden Unicorn"
"Galadriel: Castle Of Magic"
[Faith.Hope.Love]'s Castle Of Magic
"Galadriel: Magical Maiden Unicorn"
"Galadriel: Castle Of Magic"
[Faith.Hope.Love]'s Castle Of Magic
|She stands in the shadows, sad and helpless, without disguise, |
As she watches the kingdom gradually crumble before her eyes.
The king she adores, tries desperately to regain back into a land
The essence of life once abundant, exceedingly grand.
The evil lurking, prevalent and rampant, destroying all good in its wake,
Built around jealousy, control, and scorn, conniving to take.
The good subjects are leaving, being driven away,
The evil breeds hopelessness. They can no longer stay.
She knows the hosts of evil vehemently do curse
Her presence and loyalty, they consistently rehearse,
Their plotting, their wicked schemes, to enable her fall,
For she has the power, the magic, to expose them all.
The mission, the goal, is to conquer, divide,
From the king and the unicorn, the truth must hide.
For should the king's eyes be opened to see,
The unicorn's magic would set him free
From emotional blackmail, torturing his soul,
Returning to him his own control.
The evil subjects, as sheep adorned,
Spew their venom, so none are warned.
The unicorn's heart so torn, badly bruised,
But abandon her king, she still refused.
Remain she must, strong, vigilant, and true,
Her faith in her king will carry him through,
The flames of destruction have spread across his land,
Sparked and ignited by treacherous hand.
Her tears run free and they shed galore,
To extinguish the flames and rebuild once more
A kingdom enriched, exquisitely defined,
Magically wondrous, uniquely designed.
Thousands of subjects now flock to its gate,
Anxiously hoping, for admittance they wait.
The evil subjects with angered rage,
Turn on each other and so engage,
Their own vile behavior conceived of self lust.
They destroy each other as they scatter like dust.
The king and the unicorn stand proud and tall,
As they watch over the kingdom, but a tear doth fall,
From the corner of the unicorn's eye of jade,
Remembering the days, she spent shunned in the shade.
She looks at her king and gives him a smile of pride.
She kisses his cheek that warms him inside.
He no longer doubts his own self worth.
They celebrate each other and the kingdom's rebirth.
|I'm the purity, the light, the truth. |
I live deep in your dungeon, deep inside of you.
But will you allow me to shine, have my debut?
I am the way. I'm magical. I am healing.
You cage my spirit deep inside,
The place where only darkness can reside.
Misery has consumed you. You have succumbed.
Sadly you have forgotten all about me,
That I am still here. I can set you free.
For although I am trapped, locked within,
My light still flickers, hoping yet to see,
That you will come, that you will come for me.
You look to those that treat you as a fool.
You no longer have the hunger, nor do you care,
To release yourself from that you needn't bear.
Your polyester friends speak with forked tongue,
But you see not the tangled webs they have spun,
Nor the tightly woven wool, covering what they've done.
Even though in darkness, your prisoner I am kept,
My tears still flood to wash your burning eyes,
The persistent void, you cannot from me disguise.
If I could only pierce your heart to heal thy pain,
But first you must see me, know that I am here.
You drown me with alcohol to abate your fear.
I yearn for your happiness, an epitome of joy.
I stir within. I shudder from the chill.
My pleading screams go unheard, but still...
My faith in you is strong and so I wait
For you to see, to hear, to come...
To release us, this prison, from.
|United in dreams, a connection unique;|
Forbidden reality, no words can speak.
The light of day can never come dawning
For two souls met in slumber, spawning.
A magnetic energy but opposed with rage
With jealousy and hatred presetting the stage...
...And so in dreams only, the two reunite,
Embrace each other, make luminous the night.
The stars in the heavens twinkle and shine,
Endorsing their passion, profoundly divine.
With the Magical Maiden along, close by his side
Brightening the night with shimmers of pride...
...Thy great Pegasus on golden wings...
Supremely soars, the King of Kings!
§1 - Soaring across the universe,
Thoughout our galaxy afar,
Spread wide your golden wings,
More amazing than a star!
§2 - The stars are mere stepping stones,
Each planet a place to land,
But when you visit earth,
Thy presence shall be grand.
§3 - The shimmering of your wings,
As they reflect each golden ray;
Even old man sun will smile,
With the trumpet of your neigh.
§4 - The clouds aloft so honoured,
By golden hooves been kissed,
Shall release their magic dew drops,
An array of enchanted mist.
§5 - Multitudes of sparkling prisms,
Will unite in an arc across the sky.
Thy great Pegasus to soar over,
Gracefully on golden wings you'll fly.
§6 - As you, thy gallant steed,
O'er the vast rainbow glide,
A promise forever golden
Shall be written far and wide!
|Since the rainbow is a symbolism of God's Promise that He will never again flood the earth, I wanted to |
relate with this concept, grasping the intensity and conviction, but with a promise of a different nature,
the bonding of two spirits, a union of magic so profound, nothing could ever undermine, influence, or
|This WAS so much more than a story line, but rather just the eye of a much, much greater project I wanted to put into motion, |
involving castles and mini kingdoms, kings and queens, knights and so on and like a 'community project' that would/could have
involved combined imagination of artists, writers, and roleplayers and incorporate a number and a variety of competitions, thus
could have become a community wide endeavor, which Elftown really needed, a more involved community of regular, non-crew
I was always about involving and encouraging the community of regular members to become more involved through projects and
contests, which the crew balked at and liked to criticise me for because my ideas sounded too much like work, as I was told more
than once by crew members. There was/is NO professionalis
running anything. Harassing, bullying, picking petty fights with, putting down, and acting so much more important than the regular
members (major community body) by a number of (not all) immature, self serving, self glorifying, cliquey crew members who apply
double standards is a recipe for disaster and ultimately is what killed Elftown. Even though the manipulative ringleader is no longer
there, the damage the ringleader did was extensive and without enough other people, as well as the site's owner, willing to put the
pieces back together and rebuild the site, the community, Elftown's complete demise is inevitable. A hundred active members, give
or take, is really pathetic, especially since there used to be thousands.
But... [Hedda] ultimately destroyed all my ideas. Jealousy is a very destructive ego based trait, both his and the former ringleader's.
I'm not saying I'm the only one who loved and cared about the site, but I can say no one has loved and cared more for sure and I
have proved this a thousand fold by investing my money and a MEGA, MEGA amount of time and effort involving years of my life. I
never planned on or expected to become the object of someone's obsession, which ultimately spurred on the jealous resentment of
the manipulative, self promoting ringleader. Then because I objected to and tried to defend myself against all the abuse I got and the
stalking and privacy invasion by the obsessed, I was made out to be the villain. But Karma is delivering payback for banning the one
person I know of who truly believed in Elftown, but there's nothing I can do except watch the site disintegrate and self destruct.
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