at the castle's gates, in pastel
robes The Wizard Wore awaited the return
of Incertitude, his loyal oxen of stealth.
Drapnia, Queen of Sweep and Mother to
all hallucinations
had
fallen
asleep, deep
into
a
picture book.
King Caption was distraught.
his face
h
u
n
g like the old jowls of a hound. he had
prayed to all of the
neon
deities and
worshipped a
bowl of noodles.
his dog had been shaven
and
the Princess Alimoan sent to the
monastery
De' Pene'trateoan to be
the servant of the Phallic Monks.
As the Wizard Wore awaited
Incertitude, he thought of the vial of
worth his loyal oxen would bring him.
the rot would heal her. it would heal
the Queen of Sweep.
Prince Fast had dealt with finding
the precious liquid. he had scoured
a thousand lands searching, many of
his men dying in the remote forests
and uncharted mountainsides. the Fast,
pledged in the glow of matriarchy,
had returned with knowledge and
fallen into remorse.
now Incertitude returned,
the blessed cure and the head
of Bucknut, the Duke of Spoil staked
upon the
point
of
h
i
s
spear.
everyone held their breath.
Birth sign: Taurus
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