The Supper of the Fae (The Society On Da Run #34)
By Nipaporn Baldwin
Published by Geppetto Garten/Nipaporn Baldwin at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 by Nipaporn Baldwin
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2/20/12 © 2011 licensed CC-BY-NC-SA
Dragon emblem by AGELIUS from Wikimedia Commons, licensed CC-BY-SA
The Supper of the Fae
In the blue forest of night
With candles abright
A young Driad watches you skillfully
From the comfort of her trees
You are a visitor here
You come from Earth
The Earth you know is in a slow death
Earthquakes and high gas prices signal the apocalypse
But it is no big explosion of death
It is a slow death
The Driad spoke to you,
“Slowly your Earth is erased through storms and earthquakes
it is a slow death and a fast rebirth at the same time.
A slow death because nature is erasing everything
A fast revirth because you are still here, but your buildings are not.
You will start from scratch and live in simplicity.”
The Driad invited you to dinner, which she calls supper
And this meeting of magical creatures
was not like how you’d seen in a movie
Little fairies gave you a crown made of twigs
Big fairies—the Driads—make strange food
From dead insects and homemade dough pie
Their wolves could talk and sit on the wooden chairs at the tree-table
Gnomes were strange: they could float, talk science and eat fast
The unicorn hid itself away in the forest trees
Ten or fifteen little fairies would bring food to it
Little dragons would chirp in conversations with each other
And gobble up the wonderfully seasoned meat
And what about you?
You look around in happiness, see everything is bliss
And you believe the Driad’s words
You take one bite of the strange meat-bug pie
What say you?
Is it good?
Napoli Cries
The bigger dragons found it hard to navigate the cluttered streets, so most of them took to the skies
The medium and small dragons could navigate with ease
Stray dragons were a common sight in Napoli
Some of them were rovers from clans, evictees from apartments,
or visitors from other parts of Italia
every morning after nine, a frail light-blue speckled dragon would show up at Signore Alonso’s doorstep
she would sit there and wait until he opened the door
today it was a big bowl of Piccolo pasta, freshly prepared
Signore Alonso wanted to take her in and nurse her to health, but dragons and pets were not allowed in the building he lived in
She was just like him in a way: lost, wandering, unfounded
He called her Spettacolare
Spectacular
He followed her to her home in the abandoned backstreets
It was ghostly, empty, and territory for the nearby Mafia gang
This was no place for her
On sunny days she rested near the brick wall
But today she hid behind a decaying building, tending to the freshly hatched dragonlings
She placed the bowl in front of the makeshift nest made from old clothes and plushie toys
Six hungry hatchlings were fighting over the food
By the time they finish, there would be none left for her
He rubbed the smallest hatchling on the head, his heart wishing there was a way to help it
Holy Prayer for Lilust Boys
Opening theme for sci Fi story about escaped dragon boys looking for refuge in New York
Thus for all your suffering
There is a paradise
Not of this Earth
Far from all the world’s torture
Thus the world looks down
Pray to forgive
All of the sins
Done to you by the other hands
That are not yours
There is always
Another chance
There is always
Something divine
On the other side
Walk in the shadow
Feel no fear
For the light
Will always be your Lilius
Of guiding light
Lest your life test you
Make it so it will be divine
Trust the flying light
I have compared thee, O my love
And this to say:
There will always be the light of everlasting truth
Amen.
Buried in the City of Osmanthus
On the helicopter the soldiers lay in distress
wounded, scarred, upset and blatant
The clouds were dark orange, the setting sun hidden ‘neath them
We had just come back from a war, you see
And all the soldiers were seriously wounded
I silently cried at the thought of their death, but then a melody lifted my head
One soldier sung what was considered a sad tune
But it’s lyrics are of enlightenment and fays that have knowledge
I heard him sing alone, all alone:
The Fay come to lead me back where I belong
She told me death was not as forlorn
It is warmth and love that death holds for us
So my heart should not be in so much distrust
Then I heard the voices of every man in the ship
Though it hurt their bodies, they sang, their voices in a chorus of harmony
I know someday my life will end
Death was my worst fear until the little Fay turned my mind
When I tread onto the battlefield in my army boots
I saw all my comrades fall, all in one swoop
The explosion carried far and threw me into the enemy’s hands
And with the Fay as my aid I destroyed the tyrant, and it was grand!
But a bullet pierced my heart, not once but twice
I felt the world slip away, and I thought I would cry
Ne’er have I felt this way, the words of the Fay were might
Death kindly took me, and he was as warm as light
The Fay was right. Her words always be true. La Narsiso
I too had joined in at some point
And at the song’s end I felt at peace
I knew the soldiers were not afraid of death
And for that they earned my utmost respect
The man who initiated the tune was none other than Furazzi
He was my friend, my brother and a lover to June Niyon
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Ending notes section! This issue collects 3 poems and one flash story. There is nothing much to say about these except “Buried in Osmanthus City” is the oldest poem out of them all. It dates back to TSODR’s baby stages. I hope you enjoyed these four poems as much as I enjoyed writing them!