2012년 3월 28일 수요일

English Writing 11-1/My Own Fairy tale/ the Queen

the Queen
             Once upon a time, there was a magical land far away taken care of the Goddess.
             At the land lived a beautiful woman named Lihilt. As She grew up, She was given beauty beyond compare by the Goddess. On her sixteenth birthday, the Others whispered to her to marry the King next Kingdom. They told her that the King had a golden Palace filled with strong servants, a garden decorated by grand Obelisks and sharp Swords in forceful hands to guard them all. So She decided to go to the Kingdom and marry the King.
             The Palace made her shrink, for it was overly fancy and grand; the Obelisks seem to look down on her; the soldiers gazed her constantly from her arrival. But above all, the foster daughter was what made her frustrated. Eevee was her name, and she would never let the queen meet the King. The King never showed His existence. He always sat in a dark room, shadowed throne. He held a long telescope as the Sceptre, two magic Orbs that can overlook His people. This made the new queen afraid, because she did not know when the King will put His eyes on her.
             One day the King announced by voice that the Princess would have Her sixteenth birthday very soon, so the entire Kingdom ought to celebrate it. He promised to grant one wish for the Princess. The Princess answered:
             My Love, My King, most dearest in thine Kingdom,
             Bottomless Glances made me shed so many tears
             Of joy, now as Woman, I serve thee with meat and rum
             Dine thine deer’s blood and meat of cow most fierce
             The King granted the Princess the opportunity to prepare for the birthday feast. But the Princess again asked the King to prepare the feast only with the new queen, but no one else. Again, with voice, the King gave the permission.
             On the day of the Princess’ birthday feast, many guests came. The dishes were cleanly polished, apples were ripe, and the tablecloth was spotlessly white. The Princess was in front of a big, black pot full of boiling water, when the new queen just stepped into the wide, quiet royal kitchen. There were no other people in the kitchen except for the two. The Princess chanted to the queen:
             Like as the Sun rises a day only to fall fleeing,
             Just if the waves kiss the shore only to be apart,
             “The eye never has enough of seeing”
             Still the Gaze is mine; A dish of heart, a fine work of art.
The Queen realized what the King would eat as the birthday feast dish, and acknowledged that the Princess would not let her go until she regained her position as the King’s sole Woman. The King must have known this by the magic Orbs and the Telescope, but He let this happen. So She replied to the Princess’ chant:
             Despair had piled with the dust on the window pane;
             Life as a Grail is meaningless, and “a fool is consumed by his own lips”
             For as a Mother of Grail, Joy is a blessing: Lord’s blood and grain
             It is taken, not given, created, not extorted: The Absoluteness.
As soon as the Queen’s chant ended, the princess grasped the Knife and tried to pierce it through the Queen’s Womb. The Queen clutched the princess’ wrist and struggled together. The princess was not used to using the Knife, but she managed to scratch the Queen’s Hand. The cut made the Queen spill some blood from her body. Nonetheless, the Queen pushed the princess into the boiling pot, which cooked the princess’ flesh. The Queen soon stirred the pot and made a magnificent dish out of the princess’ heart.
             She walked out of the kitchen with the dish in her hand, and arrived at the party place. The King was visible for the first time. He was out in the bright sunshine, gazed upon by numerous spectators enjoying the birthday feast with laughter. The Queen went directly to the King and laid the dish in front of him. The Queen chanted to the King:
             “Who can tell him what is to come?”
`            Hear, My King, the moaning voice from this splendid dish.
             After first bite, I will summon Eve to bring more rum
             Be My Thyestes, and she will be in your bosoms, as you wish
And the King responded:
             “What more can the King’s successor do?”
             What goes around, comes around to You
             One must know: “the King is not with the Body”
             The clothes you are about to wear is gaudy
The Queen hastened the King to eat by speaking again:
             A rebel, must she use the weapons at one’s disposal
             Compare winning Woman with wedding proposal
             Eat yourself, your existence; of today and tomorrow
             The Crown is to possess, it is never a thing to borrow
The heart was chewed by the king.
The Queen stood to watch him finish his meal. Sigh came out from the king’s mouth. The Queen gazed upon the palace, the obelisks, and the swords of men. The Telescope was broken, Orbs were shattered. All was done for, all was meaningless now. The Queen beamed at Her people, and retreated into the darkness where no light was existent.
              Her people danced, ate and drank under the bright sunlight. The Queen sat, gazing at Her people.

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