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What’s this, the sound of voices coming from within the garden walled?
Voices not having been heard for ages within the gates wrought of iron
Wherein the Castle Tasgall stands
Standing perhaps in ruins yet still standing.

Venturing towards the Tree of Aeterna
Its colour in magnificent hues of blue
Raven lights a top one of its branches
With a strange silence giving chilling quiet

Soon ‘tis learned that the voices belong to
One being Royal, The Queen it is of R&B
While the other with a name that stirs the thoughts too musical for
Gracesong she proclaims her name and with a question posed...

In far off distance a rumble can be heard
Perhaps it is that of a beastly lion who for days without food has gone
The sound echoing throughout the mountainous range, growing ever louder
Me thinks it shall on another day the answer thusly given

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And then along came SPEEDIE, Ridin’ says he,
A Triumph Speedmaster Trike, named Matilda Bane
So brightly polished a Brilliant Black & Glistening Silver
Must be, thinks I, that he is a man ahead of his time
For non of this type of machinery have I in me lifetime encountered
(Nor truth to tell, this type of a man ~ he seems quite the mystery)
Talk of a noise so powerful, this, his machine he straddles is alarming
Just to think, it’s been the neigh of horses in bygone times
That I have been accustomed to
(Who am I really? A Ghost of a person perhaps?)
For it has been years without number that I having traveled
Going through a narrowed hallway
Where darkness was the rule

And what’s this except the Rider Speedie is in search of a meal
Ah, men they have such a way of leaving little hints
Giving flattery, talkin’ of dried husks
Giving me to think I am an award winning accomplished writer
When all the time the dear man is simply searchin’ for a meal
I trust though that his time he will be a takin’ on the slow side
For in no hurry am I to have him take his leave
(After all thinks I, with a beastly lion rumbling and now roaring, and
In close proximity, I am in no hurry for this man to be speeding away
For you know if Lion where to have to choose,
What can I say except that Lion would choose well
If Lion were to choose not me and rather…rather…
Oh dear, what can I say?

Speedie, let’s ride fast up into the Castle Tasgall, for lion hastens!
There’s a cement ramp leading up to the kitchen
Just to the left, over there the other side
Of that tumble down mulberry bush in amongst the briars of thorns sharp
That has fruit a ripen’ even now on the vine,
Settling the question of, “What’s for dinner?”
At least fresh fruit, maybe lion too and certainly not dried husks –
The dried husks we always in the past saved for the “Out Castle”
Oh I remember it well, one Harvest Season, crops were abundant,
A ramp was put in so the horses could drive up, unloading their wagons
Where cooks were busy in preparation of canning of the bounty
Then it was a year when THE Grim Reaper came
Throwing life so vibrant into the shadows…………

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The Grim Reaper has taken my parents,
The both of them, one by one through the years
With Grandparents gone on long before
Now in the time that has lapsed
I wish so much that while
I had them here I would have asked more questions
Of my ancestry
Speaking with an Uncle of mine back over the holidays
He and I discussing
How when as the first ones came from
Across the shores many from lands far away,
How spellings of the family name(s) had been changed,
Making it difficult to take of the names I have
And get involved in any type of back tracking
Though with what little I’ve been told
Yet still an answer reply I can give to you Speedie with,
Yes it is that Irish blood runs deep through these veins of mine.
Back a few weeks ago there was
Once again the overhearing of those sharing the current affairs of Ireland
Oh how within myself it brought to me the longing
So hard to explain it, yet
Though always have I known the United States to be my home,
Well, the country of my birth
Yet, somewhere…..
From deep within or maybe from some place deep,
Hidden from mortal view
The longing calls from far away that home resides.
Does that make any sense to you?
I take it you are an Irishman Speedie?

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First of all to the Gentleman Rider Speedie,
As far as in any manner of having, “a laugh on you,”
As question you’ve posed to me, my answer reply is that of, “Nay!”
No, farthest thoughts and so far that narry would ever give this thought
True, a hearty laugh I enjoy with the best of them, only key word being,
With, for never, having a laugh on someone or at another’s expense
This I consider to be so wrong and hurtful,
It’s just not a part of my style

Yes, so it is that I have heard of that time so dreadful

When in Ireland’s History there was that time of

The Irish Diaspora to America

In light of the famine,

That terrible period in Irish History

That is burned so into your soul.

It is good to get clear these matters first or else it is
The irritations, festering, grown can make for putridness
That scathes and scars.
There’s alreadied too much of that in this world.
Only emerging now as it is from a narrowed hallway
Where darkness was the rule
And here finding you within the Garden Walled of the Castle Tasgall
By the way, Gentleman Rider Speedie who from danger sailed me away
On that powerful Triumph Speedmaster Trike of yours
Allow for me to introduce myself
For it is I, the Lady Thorquilla, who after ages many has made return

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A Few Thoughts on the Story here thus far:

In the story, it was in the case of a choice between the oncoming lion and the going through the roughness of the landscape, well, it just seemed the important thing to get away as quickly as possible from what at the moment appeared to be complete loss of blood from a rip roaring snarling viciously hungered lion to rather a possible small trickle of blood loss here and there from a nasty thorn protruding. Like you Speedie, I am not into blood loss for it is the life force contained there within.

Must commend you though Speedie for that machine of yours, that powerful Triumph Speedmaster Trike of yours named Matilda Bane, ye handled so well, you drived out around those tumbled down briers without so much as one scrape to the ither of us and to report that Matilda Bane is as lovely and brilliant as ever, for it weren’t for her the story would have alreadied closed with lion the victor. Also good of you to have spared the mulberries ripe upon the vine by taking a moments few to completely bypass them by that machine that ye ride that sorely would have turned them into unfruitful wine before their time, sparing them rather for dinner of them was most satisfying and lion, well, he still lingers about the grounds of the garden walled but that’s a tale for another day.

.:By: Jacquelynn "Jackie" ~Thunderous MidNight~:.

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The Month of June...

The Month of Graduations & The Month of Roses so oft how June is considered

Mornings find me walking my garden small, waiting for that morn when roses upon the vine will once again be in lavish bloom. Must be now close to 20 years ago when bushes of the roses were first planted and in the years that have passed so many life changes have taken place as well as their toll.

...have taken their toll...much as liken how the roses carry their thorns upon their backs, or so it seems and yet not a thorn would I cast aside if it meant that too the roses were to be cast away to longer bloom. It's experiencing it all, both the lavish grander exhilerating times as well as... well, you get the picture.

Though High School Graduation was a ways back in the moments that have passed, yet still in some respects I am NOW in A Season, as it were, of Graduation. Oh not from a school...unless the "School of Hard Knocks," is what is being considered.

This FictionPress account just opened on evening last and in the time laspe, pleasure I've taken in the viewing of "The Pirates of The Caribbean: At World's End." Ah! Jack I could never tire of (THE Monkey you understand . O.k. O.k I confess, so it is I am REALLY talking of Jack, Captain Jack Sparrow)

For a 2 and half minute movie clip of Pirates of The Caribbean, go to:

http://us.video.aol.com/player/launcher?ar=us_en_video_748x541_full&mode=1&pmmsid=1878184

Favorite Reading would have to include certainly The Lord of The Rings

Music by H.I.M. ~ Awesom the voice of Ville Valo, can certainly loose myself in it ~ http://www.heartagram.com/

'Heart-Shaped Glasses (When the Heart Guides the Hand)' Video Marilyn Manson: http://music.aol.com/video/heart-shaped-glasses-when-the-heart/marilyn-manson/1907743

http://www.hit-country-music-lyrics.com/Rodney-Atkins-If-Youre-Going-Through-Hell-Lyrics.html