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Part ll
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silent for the hours layed
the little souls , a hundred count and
such the rarity are they
that all their race was strewn about

the mages raised their little staffs
and tried to call the fairy god though
growing sick , they soon collapsed
'neath the clouds as thunder roared

and 'pon the edge of final sleep
they saw the king of horrid truth
from hell of endless fathom deep
the mythic terror walked the earth

the master of the fog , no doubt
face a wasp of silent stare
taller than a thousand count
of any fairy lying there

and in its fist it held the sun and
shone it down to gauge the land
the little folks were lying stunned
and sick with mist it damned them in

the beast of hell , the god of death
it reached for them with massive hand
and they with fragile , baited breath
waited for the bitter end

it scooped them upwards , every one
and from their fear a fainted sleep
with restless dream of hells to come
hells eternal fathoms deep

but lo' they woke to sun of dawn
and sweetened breath of healthy air
swirling from their savoir's yawn -
a maskless child sleeping there

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The poem has a symbolic meaning as well -
The fairies represent us humans.
The green fog represents sickness and old age.
The beast of hell represents death.
Yet in the end death turns out to be nothing
more than a harmless child ( her mask represents
our fear of the unknown ) who is unmasked to
reveal a helpful force which saves us from the
pain of sickness and old age and gives us a new
life and a fresh healthy body.
In the poem the green fog is actually pesticide blown
off course from a crop dusting plane and the little
girl is the daughter of the farmer who had stolen her
fathers gas mask and went to play in the woods as her
dad worked.
hope you enjoyed
Truly , Doug

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The Fairy Thief ( part . ll )
Date: Saturday, 2nd December 2006 @ 03:59:11 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: doug

Part ll
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silent for the hours layed
the little souls , a hundred count and
such the rarity are they
that all their race was strewn about

the mages raised their little staffs
and tried to call the fairy god though
growing sick , they soon collapsed
'neath the clouds as thunder roared

and 'pon the edge of final sleep
they saw the king of horrid truth
from hell of endless fathom deep
the mythic terror walked the earth

the master of the fog , no doubt
face a wasp of silent stare
taller than a thousand count
of any fairy lying there

and in its fist it held the sun and
shone it down to gauge the land
the little folks were lying stunned
and sick with mist it damned them in

the beast of hell , the god of death
it reached for them with massive hand
and they with fragile , baited breath
waited for the bitter end

it scooped them upwards , every one
and from their fear a fainted sleep
with restless dream of hells to come
hells eternal fathoms deep

but lo' they woke to sun of dawn
and sweetened breath of healthy air
swirling from their savoir's yawn -
a maskless child sleeping there

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The poem has a symbolic meaning as well -
The fairies represent us humans.
The green fog represents sickness and old age.
The beast of hell represents death.
Yet in the end death turns out to be nothing
more than a harmless child ( her mask represents
our fear of the unknown ) who is unmasked to
reveal a helpful force which saves us from the
pain of sickness and old age and gives us a new
life and a fresh healthy body.
In the poem the green fog is actually pesticide blown
off course from a crop dusting plane and the little
girl is the daughter of the farmer who had stolen her
fathers gas mask and went to play in the woods as her
dad worked.
hope you enjoyed
Truly , Doug



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