A Mandrake's Gesture: Vol. Iii

- - - - To the gardens. . . of celebration! - - - - As the birds chirped, the sunlit golden, the merry cries of glee, for upon this day a proclamation of love ever-after. Though ne'er yet had the splendor been sighted, jestered by many a perchance of foolish folly, a fellowship to the King. Unbeknownst, a yield to the forbiddance of Hecate's personification and a dire love of familiar waft. "For thee, upon the hour of striking, our quartet, profound, still-born, the forfeiture lag, our gentile courtship," a voice of princely charm did vesper. "Taken aback, my blossoming serenity, tears of burden and crying shame, the kingdom and its dungeon," Geinere's essence declared. "What'st thou speak of?" The sentiments of a conceited King. Geinere, her mind ailing, fever and nausea coarsened her. Sorrowful thoughts of arrogance and its unquenching tale. Tragedies and the grievances there upon, for whom so yet to embark. Tears began to stream down poor Geinere's flush cheeks. Her soul tarnished amidst the excitement of triumph and the beckoning woes of peasant parry royalty. This dreadful day lacking of divinity. For there no poorer game of betrayal and scarred virtue, than this sorrowful eve. . . of bitter scorn, and hateful deceit. For a night of beggar's delight, the handsome prince Alarumdives, maiden Geinere, and a celebration aye the more kisses pricked ne'er a secret scurvy. Hence, a hidden barbaso, royalty betaking an ensigns way of lechery to those of lower chaste, welcoming a jarrago of arousal, silence. . . mischievous silence, hastened only by a King made bitter. For his son's charm and admiration, he would pronounce his demand for respect. For surest upkeep his pride and majesty, an undertaking of bane, as the waves of splendor, owe.