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There was once a Tiger, vein, selfish, ferocious was he. Trapped was
the Lotus Dancer, graceful & ever beautiful as can be. The Tiger kept
her as a slave in a great Tower of Ivory where she was forced to do as he
would say or else she would be dealt with unkindly. Next to her prison
was a vast Lotus Pond where she was made to pick the flowers and on
the Lily pads dance upon. The beast needed the petals for a bed you see,
his fur was too precious to get ruffled or dirty. The task was not simple, it
caused much strain and strife but she did it gracefully, it would save her her
life.
One evening not far in the forest there was an Archer, full of courage,
strength and bravery, who listened for the sounds of the animals he was after
but instead heard a crying from our dancing lady. The sight was awful tears
streamed down her face he fell for the beauty and thus her pain could not
take. Time was important this he could not waste but the Tiger stood guard
so for now he must wait. It was dark and the Dancer picked countless
blossoms, she was quite tired, the Tiger returned with a snarl, it was time to
make his bed. She placed each petal near a brilliant fire with such haste
eager to leave the tiger to rest his head.
Laying the petals down perfectly was arduous to say the least,
exhausted she made to retire to the Ivory Tower. Suddenly she was startled
by a rustling from behind the trees, and from that same place stepped out the
Archer. It can only be explained as Love at First Sight, in her world of
misery he was her only light. The Archer said: "Come with me distressed
maiden! Come let us runaway!" But the Dancer would say: "I cannot go
with you I must remain the Tiger will kill me if I leave his domain!"
This he could not take nor understand, did she want to stay in this
oppressive land? He would not let his love for her die for this he could not
lie, her smell of perfume and fragrant oil would conjure his unending toil.
Before to the tower room above, before the heartbreaking goodbye
she brought him a token of her love. Hidden behind her back she returned
with the gift and then brought it to his eye. It was a Lotus Flower. He cupped
the tiny blue bud of this lovely flower. With a kiss he bid her farewell until
tomorrow when he would take her away from this hell.
At the break of dawn the beast arose and at that time the Archer was
already on his toes. The orange and black striped creature sipped water from
the ponds edge. The Archer pulled the arrow against his bow to deliver the
first blow. The arrow soared and landed at the Tiger's feet frightened he
stepped back and then sniffed the air then he smelt it, the Archer's fear. He
ran after the man who would soon be his prey... All the while the dancer
stood at the tower gate in disbelief of what might be the Archer's fate.
Hours later a figure approached her heart raced she was filled with
hope. Out of the thicket surfaced the Tiger blood upon his claws and face.
The Tiger then glared at the woman who had betrayed him, a grim smile
traced his face and he roared through the air to sound his victory: " You are
forever chained and bound to ME!!". At that moment when all hope was lost
a spear flew through the air with aim ever true. It pierced the Tiger's heart
and as he lay motionless the Dancer noticed something and it was blue. She
approached still fearful and saw the blue Lotus flower wrapped around the
Archer's arrow and her face became wet with tears happy tears. Out from
the same area from wear the Tiger arose stood the handsome figure wearing
bloodstained clothes. She ran to him fear and carefree to live a life that
would end happily just as she wanted and just as it should be.
The End
© Copywright Bekim Rauseo 2006
Words by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-02-15 at 02:04
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The Lotus Dancer
There was once a Tiger, vein, selfish, ferocious was he. Trapped was
the Lotus Dancer, graceful & ever beautiful as can be. The Tiger kept
her as a slave in a great Tower of Ivory where she was forced to do as he
would say or else she would be dealt with unkindly. Next to her prison
was a vast Lotus Pond where she was made to pick the flowers and on
the Lily pads dance upon. The beast needed the petals for a bed you see,
his fur was too precious to get ruffled or dirty. The task was not simple, it
caused much strain and strife but she did it gracefully, it would save her her
life.
One evening not far in the forest there was an Archer, full of courage,
strength and bravery, who listened for the sounds of the animals he was after
but instead heard a crying from our dancing lady. The sight was awful tears
streamed down her face he fell for the beauty and thus her pain could not
take. Time was important this he could not waste but the Tiger stood guard
so for now he must wait. It was dark and the Dancer picked countless
blossoms, she was quite tired, the Tiger returned with a snarl, it was time to
make his bed. She placed each petal near a brilliant fire with such haste
eager to leave the tiger to rest his head.
Laying the petals down perfectly was arduous to say the least,
exhausted she made to retire to the Ivory Tower. Suddenly she was startled
by a rustling from behind the trees, and from that same place stepped out the
Archer. It can only be explained as Love at First Sight, in her world of
misery he was her only light. The Archer said: "Come with me distressed
maiden! Come let us runaway!" But the Dancer would say: "I cannot go
with you I must remain the Tiger will kill me if I leave his domain!"
This he could not take nor understand, did she want to stay in this
oppressive land? He would not let his love for her die for this he could not
lie, her smell of perfume and fragrant oil would conjure his unending toil.
Before to the tower room above, before the heartbreaking goodbye
she brought him a token of her love. Hidden behind her back she returned
with the gift and then brought it to his eye. It was a Lotus Flower. He cupped
the tiny blue bud of this lovely flower. With a kiss he bid her farewell until
tomorrow when he would take her away from this hell.
At the break of dawn the beast arose and at that time the Archer was
already on his toes. The orange and black striped creature sipped water from
the ponds edge. The Archer pulled the arrow against his bow to deliver the
first blow. The arrow soared and landed at the Tiger's feet frightened he
stepped back and then sniffed the air then he smelt it, the Archer's fear. He
ran after the man who would soon be his prey... All the while the dancer
stood at the tower gate in disbelief of what might be the Archer's fate.
Hours later a figure approached her heart raced she was filled with
hope. Out of the thicket surfaced the Tiger blood upon his claws and face.
The Tiger then glared at the woman who had betrayed him, a grim smile
traced his face and he roared through the air to sound his victory: " You are
forever chained and bound to ME!!". At that moment when all hope was lost
a spear flew through the air with aim ever true. It pierced the Tiger's heart
and as he lay motionless the Dancer noticed something and it was blue. She
approached still fearful and saw the blue Lotus flower wrapped around the
Archer's arrow and her face became wet with tears happy tears. Out from
the same area from wear the Tiger arose stood the handsome figure wearing
bloodstained clothes. She ran to him fear and carefree to live a life that
would end happily just as she wanted and just as it should be.
The End
© Copywright Bekim Rauseo 2006
Words by Bekim Rauseo
Read 673 times
Written on 2006-02-15 at 02:04
Tags Fantasy
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