The Legend of the Rose
Long 'ere legends encountered finesse amidst flairs of passionate cravings,
thereupon, be a period wherein an episode occasioned an opportunity that will be reserved forever.
An outbreak of dismembering words are been exchanged between groups of rapscallions.
The uproarious ventures heedlessly about over a great many crowds made up mostly of those who are identical in spirited acquisitions.
They're gawking and squawking around the marketplace seen in the gut of the lower regions of the town.
At that instant, just over the ridge in the upper quadrants in picturesque sentiments of lifts and bottoms and an aloof hostile dark forest,
host the imaginable conceptions of Universal Ideology and the rising Rock of imaged Gospel beginnings.
Those who adopt a definition of worthiness contributing toward households' blossoming integrity,
and unto the cited menaces in the midst, this pristine maturing would indeed halt and part, hence the dawn of legends ...
The sun wakes on the fronts of who will be the foremost knight of the realm, and for that will be the very one who yawns into its very beaming.
A bit of lollygagging though be he young much he worked in all those years naught knowing what a whole day of rest wouldst be.
A mother who died in childbirth and a father of no account who idles his days sleeping and nights drinking away the hard earnings of an overworked son.
Yet in all of this misery, we must pause be a stemming mystery, how so from day-to-day hardship, they'd be no rest, and naught know what's amiss ... hence Grace.
From a lofty window that faces away, words from a Gospel of descriptive angels as one seemed to have found a pitstop.
Brushing of hair and looking out the window--there'd be no verse of mention in either scenario--wonderful ...--ah, one that repeats.
She's reflecting when will be the day that her prince will come.
These were 'ere days of just leaders and their legions, --knights ... naught quite so as leaders must maintain the measure of a balanced structure, particularly, one too close for comfort.
But there was a turning that was to affect, a prince, a beauty, and a knight to be.
All three were to hear particular passages of the future known as The Word in its rawest document during this period of the Gospel's formation.
The first turning where fears become lax as a Prince had wished and he made a decree throughout the realm, that the bravest men challenge, and the victor becomes the first entitled to knighthood.
The second turned where a beauty wished for a possibility to be in the sway of a prince's consideration that would evolve to anticipative happiness.
The third and final turning was of a young man who now wished his life as naught being appreciated, unloved, and overworked, learned of a road that will lead to betterment.
In the time the disciples and all those who knew them have long passed and inklings that stretched a couple of centuries, doubling and squabbling hither and tither about, certain scraps naught transcribed to their proper meaning and subsequent authentic translation, found their way to their part of the realm.
Their acceptance of it is based on the still-growing churches, that were, in this particular period, affected only this part of the realm whose transcribers was in receipt of the writings from both Rome and the Celtics.
The Prince found Beauty, and yes, Beauty indeed found the Prince. Their love for gardens was in equal favor.
The young man found purpose as a Knight and the Prince found his Knight.
The scriptures and the inscriptions and the transcribers knew them both
and that they both elicited such proclivities that this must be the new truth that has been talked about centuries ago.
It was naught The Word--a crossword, a sorted pun.
As you can imagine, the Knight in delight of his recent newfound entitlement, wandered about the palace including its grounds where lies the gardens and where he found Beauty, and yes, Beauty indeed found the Knight.
And yes, in short, the Prince found them both.
Well, their initial granting, one may think, was scripturally intended--but it wasn't.
Be careful about what you WISH for ...
It doesn't end here, for it just begun.
The three are now bound forever in their wish to be together, which is played out via the Celtic inscriptions.
The day after, the Prince could naught be found, nor could the new knight be located to assume his new role, and a short distance from a palace a young woman was never seen again from an upper window, and also, a rapscallion recently made homeless, now begs on the streets.
Back at the palace grounds, again, there is an outbreak of dismembering words around a newfound flower that rose out of the ground.
The flower was a true beauty.
When the gardener touched it, he got poked and said that it had thorns.
They are bound together forever, she's the flower and they are the thorns.
In the legend about the rose, beauty is painful, and pleasure is difficult, though, in its natural state as one, adversity and sacrifice.
In another set of circumstances, my depictions, however, of how the distributions, in particular, after the Apostles' demise--are naught farfetched--as it fosters, the Dead Sea Scrolls ...
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