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Pendragon
On stepping stones of Kings and Gods. He saunters slowly surely into the Room Where animals trained in modern dance swirled and dipped and dived. He stole a seat upon the bar. Drinking down a poison spirit he asked a girl to dance. She said no but he asked again, and she could not refuse this soothing serpent that now slept within her soul. They floated down on a bubble of hope to the floor below. And among the wild beasts they slipped and began a dance that rivaled all. "I know you," the girl said. She slapped him playfully, sardonically on the ass. She was called Patience, he was known as Haste, and though he knew truth He had forgotten the rest. He knew sin and danced with it in his hands and the girl's. He knew the time to begin and felt the dance pause in its slippery rhythm. "You were there at my damnation" she stepped and twirled with mock surety, "It was your friend who met me once and left me by the road." He did in no way hold remark in his memory for a girl with such mock security. But he too lived with the serpent within her soul. And could not refute him either. The dance left them suddenly and the last call was never harked. They stepped upon the cloud filled streets, leaving the dancing bears behind. He no longer knew his friends but loved his enemies. And the Guinevere by his side led him to a hotel run by three maids. Over the ocean beyond his familiar sea, lay his resting place hidden from the tv watchers and bus riders, the office execs and janitors knew not where he lay. With magick abandoned by the world, the dragon's breath evaporated. Patience lay him down on Avalon and loved him 'til the end when she sailed back across the sea to be left by the road. |