Like phoenix, arising from a fire of life, this ember glow, i’d left unchecked, this fire, this Luna butterfly, now warmed, began to sit and stretch her wings, an azure blue, with tips of white cloud autoshapes, of car and Cadillac, she yawned and let each aero limb… warm gently in the breeze….her ears, like elfin buttercups, began to hear, the brewing brouhaha above..
i stood on halter legs, and staggered back and forth, like fool, eclipsed by drink…..intoxicated by my indignation…. my honesty, my dignity, my “DIGnation”, my love insulted by this 7 headed hydra beast that ate beneath the bark of love, this gentle tree of life as was …
as men in real worlds will build REST museums for bauhaus autocars, like shopping mauseleum malls on sylvan paths….. of ancient faerie wood or factories where once sweet smelling flowers have stood….bluebells i always have believed, have glittered much more brightly so, in the morning sun than gold.
…this septic worm, a towering scraper stood…..a concrete headed Babylon, for hours he spoke, with forken tongue….our minds, he tried to poison, psychotic hypnosis… as hanging gardens grew above, beyond, about, and mutant tendrils stretched like tropic falls, whilst creatures crawled, vertebrates in deeper grasses
He poisoned thus, in turn, as each head spoke, we heroes’ weakest points, the sea, about the shell like island, blackened and made storm, a sickly oil “enough” roared fox “enough”, and then each head, the seven sins, began to spit….’sept sloth, who barely raised his lazy head, both flame and hellstorm flowed….. as i the fox, fixed my vulpine eyes on carven heart….and charged….
Humble Bumble dodged and buzzed and weaved between the seven double headed tongues, whilst Mukunda deftly spun and danced, holding out his saintly hands to create umberella abour bows of LOVE…a shield of good, that even this assault could not penetrate…or BLAST…
Then, like angel wing, she fluttered in, a butterfly, with molten iron and skin, to fight at once with APATHY…her magic flame began to sear…to see this creature beauty rise, a moonstone ever butterfly, inspired us all beyond our soul, and how my hackles raised, defiance stormed through skin and fur…::HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THIS TREE OF LIFE” i screamed…..
VANITY AND GREED were most easily dispatched, one fat, a bloated effergy, the other only skin and bone, emaciated fetish Queen, one head for me, the other won by moonstone butterfly, a flaming flower, we nodded, to eachother, instant admiration, for each others skills were deftly fast.. then ANGER made his attack, with PRIDE an inch behind, and these were the hydras FIGHTING heads, and i buckled neath the strain….
..bitten by DESPAIR and SLOTH, i fell wounded, venom coursing though my blood… whilst Mukunda and Moonglow wrestled best they could with ENVY’s evil head….it was Bumble though, who saved me, as in the instant he saw me fall, ANGER had reared his mighty head, the killing blow deliverance…had he not been STUNG by bee….
as ANGER crashed, quite dead and stung, Humble Bumble too, fell dying to the floor, a spinning bi-plane terrorsaw……renewed with fierce and fury lust, i gathered, as best i could to velvet feet…. and SLOTH i bit…..enough…..i thought, and burrowed deep beneath ….the hydra’s foundation roots and feet…..
….ENVY and PRIDE were busied by Mukunda and Moonglow…..as i chewed and chewed, first one root and then another……DESPAIR did his best however to slow my progress….but i continued, undaunted…unstoppable………despite the filth within my teeth, these blackened underground bows, these rotted roots……an age it took, and then above, the hydras all remaining heads, began to flinch and writhe, until a MIGHTY CRACK. was cracked……..THE TREE OF LIFE WAS FELLED….
only awful silence followed…..for what seemed as an age….
and 14 yellow eyes blinked and winked no more, the tree, of life uprooted, the creature slain, yet there was no joy in this hollow victory…..for there quite dead, lay Humble Bumble…..Mukunda, scooped him from the ground, as Moonglow closed …her wings about her, a silken sarcophagus….for she could bear not to even look…
“This” i murmured, falling…venom cursed , exhausted, hurt.. “had to be done…” my head held low……”for ‘what else could we do…?…let THIS BEAST RULE?” and there we they stayed an age….and no magic, nor Sanskrit mantra, could ever resurrect this TREE…or humble servant, BUMBLE BEE….
Richmond Harding is a musician and weaver of digital communication threads, and a limerick writer
He is on Facebook and you can find his music here on Groovolution
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