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Francheska Fraginal
Once upon a time,
In the quiet of the night...
In a city ages old,
In a street with little light,
In the shadows of the houses
Of the people of the city,
Walked a weary, aged man,
Who looked nothing but a pity
And though with every shaking stamp,
His bones would beg him tary,
He pushed on through bitter cold,
Not withstanding he was old;
For he knew he must behold
That the tales would be told
That he'd gathered all the world,
And that he alone now carried...
So he rested in the square,
Only one thought in his head,
Not about his lack of bedding,
Or the food he wasn't fed,
Oh no, for in the dead of night,
The Tale Teller said,
"I wish to pass my stories on,
before the day I'm dead..."
No sooner that he whispered this,
That sleep had overcome him,
'Twas as if he never rested,
For the city square was bustling!
Loud, their feet and their faces,
Desperately rushing to go other places!
Clutter and clambering,
Stomping and hammering!
His heart beat in time with their paces
And while he was soaking
the ambience in,
With a merry clap and a big wide grin,
His glee was soon sequested
By a little angry jester:
"I am a jester of the King's court,
but the Respected asent me as not!
For they laugh at my face,
at my height and disgrace me
Till I get so furiously flushed
and deliriously angry that they could be
so inconsiderate!!
And now I'm completely distraught!"
The Tale Teller knew the hurt
This little man was facing;
They were outcasts in a world
That could be callous and debacing,
So they sat together waiting
While the busy people passed,
And the Teller was reminded of a tale!
And he flailed quickly flicking
To the picture of the sails,
Speaking fast,
"Let me tell you of the tale
of the mouse upon the mast!"
So the Jester sat with interest
In the story being told,
Which described a little mouse
In a ship upon the sea:
It was stricken by a storm,
And completely lost control,
And the sailors of the ship
Could only struggle helplessly!
So the little mouse then climbed
Upon the sail that was mangled,
Which the sailors couldn't reach
For the fury of the storm,
And he chewed away a rope
Until the canvas was untangled,
And all the crew was saved
By what that little mouse preformed...
Eyes wide, the Jester realized
Despite the spite he faced each day,
His size was not to his demise,
It was his prize, which made him say,
"I've had it wrong,
And all along,
the people laughed at my frustration!
I forgot to use the jokes and tricks
unique to my vocation!"
So the Jester dashed away
And soon had formed a congregation!
For the trick he once neglected
Now had bought him adulation...
'Twas bittersweet for the aged man
To watch the distant dance,
For he wished to give his precious book,
But didn't get the chance...
So he waited in the square
In the hope a soul would linger,
But as night set in,
So did the fear
He'd have no food for winter...
One autumn day,
He once again awoken from his sleeping,
Beside him sat a widow
With an empty basket weeping:
"My children wait at home for me
to bring them food for dinner,
but I've nothing left to give them,
and they're only getting thinner..."
Without a pause,
The withered man produced
His final loaf of bread,
And turning 'round he held it out
Then looked her in the eyes and said,
"There is a tale that is told
in places far away from here
about a veiled princess,
who had beauty that could not appear,
For she was cursed until one day,
a broken hearted stranger saw,
and gave to her his life,
the curse like ice on Summer's day
did thaw..."
The Widow's eye were glistening
From tears she faught to keep away,
In disbelief, her grief was melted
Like the tale's curse that day...
She gave her deepest thanks,
And briskly left to
feed her hungry home,
But hadn't noticed when the man
Had tried to give his precious tome...
Within the days that followed,
Winter threatened to arrive,
And the Tale Teller wondered
If his tales would survive...
And as he sat in solom thought,
He noticed in the lonely street
A soldier who had returned from war,
Who in his grief fell from his feet:
A soldier who, on outward glance,
Looked strong, was badly hurt inside,
He had returned a broken man
For in his arms,
His brother died...
"It isn't fair..."
He whimpered,
"He, to me, was just a boy;
All we ever shared is gone,
and with it, all my joy..."
The Tale Teller sat beside
The once great man, now broken,
And all the day had past,
Where not a single word was spoken...
And then, the soldier told the aged man
About his brother,
And how without him now,
He would surely not recover;
The Tale Teller conforted
The man returned from war,
And shared his utmost precious tales
Never shared before...
When evening came,
The soldier's heart was peaceful
As the setting sun;
With gentle thanks he bid goodbye,
And went his way when they were done...
But with a start,
The aged man forgot
his book to offer him!
And then,
That very moment,
Winter's bite began to settle in...
Yes...the cold:
That bitter cold his skin forgot!
Crushing and merciless,
As if a thousand arrows shot him!
Shaking him with icy chill,
His freezing hands were holding still
To stories that would not live on!
Instead, the Tale Teller's head
Had no thought left
but want for bedding,
Warming hearth or bite of bread,
Without a shread of which he said,
"Before the morning,
I'll be...!"
Winter passed and Spring arrived,
As happened every year,
The city square began
To once again arouse with cheer...
When on one day,
And at one time,
There happened something queer:
A jester who had wondered in
Was searching with contented grin,
And then a widow from the crowd
Who did the same, and looked around
To see a tall man play the hound,
But in the end was nothing found...
Each one among these people three
Emerged for but one reason,
To thank the aged stranger,
And to pay him back in kind,
But it dawned on them in sorrow
He had not survived the season,
For the fragments of his stories
Were but all that they could find...
And their hearts were hurting deeply
As they shed a silent tear,
For they all had been reminded
Of the stories he had told,
And although they had
not received the book
He tried to share,
They took with them a tale
That they each would dearly hold:
"Once upon a time,
In the quiet of the night..."
"In a city ages old,
In a street with little light..."
"Walked a kindly Tale Teller,
With a heart as good as gold,
Who made the world a better place
Through tales that he told..."
Andrei Terbea
Would love to see this get nominated for something. Fantastic work!
Ann Jacob
OMG I'm a huge fan
Momina Khatun
@Aindriu Orlando same
Donn breh
I got the comment to 5.6K
LordOfBlankets
Wait your here
flying teacup
Can we just admire the fact that this whole thing rhymed.
Haikko’s animations
Ikr
Maddox N
And took 10 months
DrawingWithChow
@Ēlëcłr!cc It's a poem... Just listen and you'll hear it
Keanne Raine Esguerra
same