Story on Topsy turvy world. Quite nightmare
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A knight on the road to Avalon
travelling on a stallion bold.
His armor shone bright,
unending valor printed in gold.
Swords raised up high,
many followed him a blind,
but he hath no sword to carry nigh.
His weapon was not of the hand,
his arms were his tongue-
an orator with a power so grand,
many a people he did move.
Faeries plenty, trolls abound,
Ogars so ugly, mermaids tempting,
little green goblins with their magical sparks,
even demonic princes followed him around.
His mind was clear, a direction known,
his wisdom plenty to win hearts so cold.
Fearless he was in his ventures many,
daring enough to take the dreaded plunge.
II
But those times were dark,
bad magic in the air suffocated his people,
so the King of Avalon called upon the knight.
But as all knights have a rise,
they also have a fall.
The King-a humble faery knew not
the power of the mice.
The mice with their nibbling
hath deprived many a faery, crippling
their flight into oblivion.
“A grounded faery is a dead faery!”
The knight proclaimed in agony,
the faeries lamented.
“But a dead faery can’t be hunted,
a dead faery can’t be killed!”
The knight cried,
the faeries cheered!
But the mice are funny creatures.
They heard not the noise of any but the piper.
They sniffed and scurried to the ‘dead’ faeries dens.
They ate their food and squeaked them into madness.
The mice were smart too.
They knew who to thwart to win the war.
They broke the spirits of the faeries,
they broke the knight of the faeries.
At midnight, they squeaked and scurried
under the knight’s slumber bed.
They danced there in unison with
the mice in nightmares of the faeries.
They danced and danced and squeaked aloud.
They scurried about sniffing out the dream mice
from the slumber sand in the eyes of the faeries,
and sprinkled them in the eyes of the knight.
III
The knight saw nothing but mice.
Mice under his bed,
scurrying over his dinner,
sniffing through his kitchen,
but mostly he saw them in his head.
They were the sins in his mind’s sinner,
they were the pain in his heart- bitten.
The knight traveled in his dreams,
he lost sleep and gained nightmares.
His mind spoke in screams
as he lost all hope in faeries
and the faeries lost all hope in him.
The mice scurried through the mind of a broken man,
victorious in their sly cunning plans.
Story Writing
Topsy turvy world
26th January , 2020 will always remain a red-lettered day in my life. Our school was holding a grand celebration on account of the seventieth Republic Day. Many important dignitaries were to grace the shows-including senior police officers, doctors , scientists and the Mayor of our city.
When I went to school I was completely taken aback. I found our Principal Sir dressed in shorts and a colourful shirt which resembled our sports uniform. Our Vice Principal was also dressed alike in a short skirt and the dress the girl students wore for sports.
They all looked at me and waited for instructions. I was the School Captain and to my surprise instead of my sports uniform that I had put on while setting out of my house had changed into a sombre suit with a tie.
The other students were also dressed like elders. The girls were wearing gorgeous sarees and their hair were tied into buns like the elders. They were all seated in the audience chairs waiting for the show to begin.
Surprises were not yet over. The Chief Guest and other dignitaries were our gardener, security man, driver, cleaner and all our utility staff.
They were looking grand in dignified dresses. The actual dignitaries on the other hand were in uniforms specifying the jobs of the utility workers. They who were meant to be served were actually serving everyone.
What a Topsy turvy world this was. Confusion prevailed everywhere. Just then the alarm clock rang. Thank God my night mare ended. I had fallen asleep over my Political Science book reading Marxism and Socialism. My mind interpreted my thoughts and reading into this confused dream. It was quite a nightmare.
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