Sunday, 5 June 2011

The Astronomer’s Theory, Part Two: Strings In Stories Of The Old

There is a cave he calls his home
Where he is sleeping all night long
He gathers strength for one more day
In which to search the world for her
He never leaves the cave at night
Nothing can part him from his rest
There is devotion in his heart
And he could never lose his head

The werewolf found the ancient tales
And turned his interest to them
He might have found a string to use
In his advantage and our end
He found the cave but he could not
Drew the attention of the sun
He tried in many ways but none
Drew the attention of the sun

Eventually he found a way
He brought a rooster and a tree
He placed the rooster near the cave
And made him do his job and sing
And in the tree he hanged some things
A mirror somewhere at its half
And he used marbles as a lure
He put them right there at the top

And so the sun got up prepared
To start another day with light
He saw the stars, he saw the moon
But he was weakened by the night
He started to climb up the tree
Higher with every branch he reached
Those marbles were attracting him
They were like stars and one may think
The tree is taller than the sky
And he could climb up to the moon
So he did travelled through the leaves
Hopping to reach his darling soon

He saw the mirror and his face
He thought he is another god
But still continued on his way
To reach the marbles at the top

He got there and he felt destroyed
Someone was playing with his heart
He felt ashamed and got back down
Where someone stood near the trunk

That’s how he found the game that god
Was playing with him and the moon
And tricked to think the one he saw
Was promised to her as a groom

The werewolf told that he could help
The sun had just to sit and wait
Continuing with his routine
The sun had just to sit and wait

He needed them to reunite
When he was shining on the sky
That’s why he made the sun to wait
For forty nine long days and nights

And then he tricked the moon to rest
And gather forces for that day
When she would climb up on the sky
And take her long awaited place

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