Lamenting The Demise of The Ignominious Ignor

Hmmm now allow for me to think…said the Lady to the Conductor. I don't think I shall be bringing along a "whom" as much as say a "what" along with me… As much as I enjoy the company of folks, I also enjoy my times of treasured moments alone to think and contemplate. So if I may I should like to bring along a warm cuddly furry soft full grown Tiger of black and intermixed with silver stripes…named… Silverlicious Sleekness. He is totally grand don't cha know. Inside his stand up ears when listening for lurking danger, why of all things, for just a whisper of a wisp of little pink fur comes out of hiding and when he strolls over to my side and I rest my head upon his… A slight teasing tickle can be felt as his ears give a bit of a twitch as he continues to listen…ever on the alert for really, one needs a bit of caution when on a Train with perhaps a destination of Hell… Silverlicious Sleekness has teeth for ripping and tearing and claws so gorgeous, though always for me I feel the tender touch of the pads of his paws while he rests not far from me on a daybed as on a computer I am given to pass the hours in various study and writings. There are plants of herbs and ferns as orchids and roses dance, giving scent luscious. A window on each side of the railway train car can be opened giving welcomed refreshing cross breezes as the hours drift by. Midnights are pleasant as the train hums along at the fastest speed, making for a feeling of lull as into the bed of day now transformed into a comforting nest of a hid-a-way. Silverlicious Sleekness resting atop my feet, with gentle breezes lingering…the deep plush comforters pulled over my head and soon drifting… drifting…. off into slumber. Sunday, 21-May-2006 11:39:59

"I'd have the car as Gothic as possible, with a few Finnish touches, to make my guests feel at home..A bar full of the best single malt whisky and delicious real ale.A good helping of nosh to keep the monsters well fed, my guests the new sensation from Finland the one and only LORDI," says of the passenger of the train car located just next of that Lady's train car to the left whose cherished pet is Silverlicious Sleekness, on the Train where destition is thot to be Hell, with the Conductor, The Divine Dragon, saying, "Step right up here and trust you'll find this train car to your liking Sir." Wednesday, 24-May-2006 8:29:08

…seems to be that a new dawning is on the horizon….

Silverlicious Sleekness! What? What is all this attention that you are bestowing on me… From underneath comforters I arouse, peering out the window and taking note that changes appear to be many… as a soft pad of paw nudges at my arm while a breath so warm blows on my neck with sharp teeth extended…

Well, all goodness, I wonder how long have we been on this train Silverlicious Sleekness?

With bellowing meow'ow'owssss that can be heard…

Must be hungry eh? Old fellow

MEOW'OW'OW'OW LLLLLs, the reply.

O.k. o.k. Silverlicious Sleekness give me a few moments to get myself readied for this day…

Noting a storm seems to be approaching with darkness fast approaching… Wondering if this is the dawn of an evening…but surely seems to be morning upon awakening so confused…

Heading over to the computer, noting the date is ..what's this??? ….July 15 th and my last recorded entry was way back in May…. Seems something surely is amiss…..but what????

MEOW'OW'OW'OW LLLLLsssss! MEOW'OW'OW'OW LLLLLsssssss!!!

O.K. O.K. Silverlicious Sleekness…here…and gives to him some of the herbs that seem to have grown according to the amount of time that has lapsed for the train car seems overgrown to the point of producing a feeling of being in the midst of a thriving jungle…

Oh! My orchids and roses… with a scent so profuse…. Mmmmmm and what's this…for it seems as though a seagull has at some point flown in through that opened window and in amongst the herbs has made for its haven of rest…..

MEOW'OW'OW'OW LLLLLssssssssss gives way to some purrrrs as the herbs give momentary filling, masking the hunger pangs that Silverlicious Sleekness seems to be experiencing and yet…. So strange….for Silverlicious Sleekness doesn't even in the midst of hunger make any pounce for the seagull…. This is totally strange…. Wondering WHAT? Has happened….

…going to the opened window and feeling fresh breezes blow as distant thunder can now be heard with the darkness quickly rolling in to soon it would seem to cloud over the new day's dawning…. when all of a sudden hail starts to fling from the clouds pelting the ground.

…listening intently for music seems to be broadcasting from the nearest train car next akin to mine, playing forth, "Hard Rock Hallelujah," or so the words seem to appear…. As we round a curve it can be noted that that train car seems to be followed by one with words painted onside, "The train car of The Ms. Chocolate Girl," and so lovely it is, painted all in red with lettering of gold. Well, that's a new car that has been added and seems to be the last of this long line of cars…

Walking over to the opposite window and noting as another bend in the road gives view of the cars up ahead, …yes, there is the diner car, one ahead of mine and another somewhat not so quiet meow'ow'owssss can be faintly heard….

Take it easy Silverlicious Sleekness, I will find you something more substantial to nibble on… but I do wonder about the one in that new car that has been added. I can not help but to think she may desire someone to talk with and ahhh yes ahead of the diner train car is Yankee's whose car is painted in a graffiti design of chains overlapping chains, the design giving him away as one into the games of bondage... some talk was overheard and seems it is his LoneStar he is in search of... hmmm a Star Alone. Will she succumb to being locked within his awaiting chains that seek to bind her, holding her, confining her while his leathery whips he uncoils..alreadied to lash her unmercifully...

On ahead is Beautiful Dorian's where rumor has it that the Conductor, The Divine Dragon, stops by her car and visits quite frequently…then looming on is Iternity…on this Train Ride to Hell or so the story goes…

Hail! In this large of a size, this time of the year…??? Strange happenings continually happening…and I really am given to consider how Ms. Chocolate Girl is adjusting to these new surroundings… Think it is that I might stop by her train car briefly though it would mean entering the car between hers and mine… That music is a bit startling and I understand the owner's name is a Mr. Goblin, though I don't believe opportunity it is that we have had to encounter one the other… I realize of course that there are walkways on the outside of each of these train cars that one can walk on while going from car to car but in this storm that only seems to be worsening I think it is that I might venture a walk through….

Come along Silverlicious Sleekness and let us meet our new neighbor as it were….

Upon leaving my oh so comforting train car and walking only the briefest of a couple of steps till reaching the train car with the loudest of music still playing… I guess it is that the ones inside are unable to hear and oh, come on Silverlicious Sleekness, let us get out of this blazing storm…

Entering the train car, well, if it is that of a bartender calling out to me… Name is Mr. Ghostly… Goblin over there is the owner but I think ye shall take note that he is a resting, seems that hard rock hallelujah has such the calming affect on him…

WHAT? Did you say…can't hear you for the music that blasts…

Said, I AM MR. GHOSTLY and Goblin over there is the owner but I think ye shall take note that he is a resting…

As I approach the bar I say again, What?

I said, …..oh never mind… care for a drink…what's the Lady's pleasure…

Well, I am just venturing through, a short cut if you will as I note a new train car has been added and the Ms. Chocolate Girl I should like to at least give greeting to. You said your name is Goblin?

No Lady, I said my name is Mr. Ghostly and Goblin, over there, sitting in that chair by the table..he is the owner…

Oh. He can sleep through all this …er…ummmm…noise…er…ummm I mean to say…music?

Yes, lulls him to sleep every time. So soothing to his soul…

Oh. o.k. then… so may I go on through and check on the person in that new train car…

Yeah, but be quick about it, will ya??? For you young Lady sure does not seem to be one that Goblin would be taken with and…. Well…..just be quick about it…. He doesn't take too kindly to …and, What the ….

…..Lady, THAT Cat of yours!!!

THAT Cat has a name. His name is Silverlicious Sleekness and don't you think he is grand?

Grand! Why he is a messin' with that table that has the "reserved" sign on it… when Goblin wakes up he better not catch THAT Silverlicious Sleekness messing around it…

Why that table isn't even cleared so why all the fuss….

At that point Silverlicious Sleekness snatches something off the table and brings it over…. Why this isn't nothing but an old dried and withered up peel from an orange if I don't miss my guess… with Mr. Ghostly grabbing the tattered skin and placing it back on the table near the tea cup that is resting in its saucer with a book left to the side as though someone in a haste had left with items still yet in place…

At about that time someone enters the train car from the other door, the front door as it were and wind chimes done in design of a skull and cross bones dances in the breeze. It is then when Lady gets a strange look on her face, walking over to the table reserved, peering out the window and noting THE Strangest event yet…for here it seems is a warp in time for this train car no longer it seems it is but seems rather to be a Café of Dark Gothic design with a road that is gravel just outside…… Lady peers briefly at the book, with the pages opened, nearing final chapters of the LOTR, when then it is that FlAsH fLaSh FlAsH fLaSh memories come rolling in from some far off distant past.

Lady calls to Silverlicious Sleekness and together they leave quickly to take the few steps and knock on the door of Ms. Chocolate Girl…

A few greetings exchanged with the words of Lady made to Ms. Chocolate Girl, Meet you later in the diner for now I must go and attend to the needs of my Tiger, the Silverlicious Sleekness.

In the meanwhile the hail is no longer ascending and a warmth of midday now touches the earth and so it is that Lady walks the walkway rather than making re-entry to the train car with the music of, did that bar tender say, a group called LORDI…himm, well that is news to me., haven't heard of that group… interesting sound I must admit though. Saturday, 15-Jul-2006 16:00:57

The Ignominious Ignor, who was always most diligently dignified (well, towards some patrons anyhow, especially if the perfume was lets say, to his liking – for it would drive the dear Creature Wild with attentive passion, the resulting behaviour. The scent, Raffinee) was no longer to be found bar-tending at The Dark Black Gothic Café, The one where upon arrival and entrance atop the main front door hung wind chimes of a Skull and it's bones…shake rattle and let's roll..

The Lady enters wearing a creamy in color gauzy petticoat at the Café so well known in a previous time of passage of going through… It is late at night, snow just tickles the midnight deep blue clouds of late, late night. Not a soul is anywhere to be found or so it would appear…

The Café is lit only by lanterns containing candles black that flames red set aglow the tabletops…Barely touching the door and hmm so easily it opens wide.. A startled bar-tender glances up from the last of the evening's work that he has been attending to, that of filling the salt and pepper shakers, so as all will be readied for the next day's labours. On a black wrought iron plaque, just above the fire place made of roughtened rocks these words as though penned in blood doth proclaim, "I lit a candle for you my love thought small and cheap, it's all I have to give.
But you know my dear there is not a star in heaven, that burns hotter, nor an ocean larger, than that black candle.There is no mountain more beautiful, nor more powerful than its flickering flame. Because with the stroke of a match I put my love into it's fire, the love I feel for you.So there will never be a palace as majestic, with an emperor half as wealthy, as a single flash of light from that small black candle."

"May I come in?" the Lady ventures a question to the questioning bar-tender, "For long distant journey have I traveled, weary am I and….and…" her voice trails off as to a table reserved she walks ever so slowly, fingering the red n- white checked tablecloths from table to table as she passes.

"Lady, anywhere except that reserved table you may feel yourself cordially welcomed," mentioned the bar-tender to The Lady. But it was as if not a word he had said and the Lady walking in back of the chair where a tea cup and saucer rest…she pulling out from the table reserved the chair and ever so quietly and quickly taking a seat.

"Lady! You can not sit there I tell you…Please Lady, take this seat over her by the fireplace. I will stoke it up as I take note there are shivers that appear to be running the length of your spine." On the jukebox "Dark Light," by H.I.M. is on...

"This table is perfect and beside I take note that here rests my book, "The Lord of The Rings," where last I laid it now these many years ago..

"Oh, lady, I am dreadfully sorry for only have I been told of you…You realize that the Ignominious Ignor, who by the way gave instruction for the table to be left as last you tarried, well you know that …".then it was the bar-tender realizing this story ought never to the Lady be told… and rather saying, "Lady, what's your pleasure, I think perhaps a cup of the tea so warm that I am told you of days long gone by would here come and take sip while a book reading you found yourself…"

"No, not this night…. perhaps some Arrow's Apricot Flavored Brandy as I am expecting the owner to return. He mailed me and we were to meet this night..

"Oh, that is strange for he did not tell me that this evening he would return for down a couple of box cars in the dinning train he usually sits night after night debating with a many regarding the meaning of life an what all is a mystery to me."

"Box Cars! Whatever are you a telling now bar-tender and What? by the way is your name dear man."

"Well, my name is Mr. Ghostly and this is all so confusing but then again it seems everything here at times appears to be. Yes, Box cars…you know that what makes up for a train…"

"Train! Dear me, what is this now all about?" asks of the Lady.

"Well, it is that there is a place in this Café that if you walk upon the floor just right and stop for only a moments few, well, you get warped as it were to another side of this Gothic Café. You might like to meet the neighbor by the way just to the left of this box car for she seems similar to you and yet far more distant. Her box car is all jungle adorned, or so I am told for a gentleman am I and never to a Lady's cabin would I admit myself unless the lady were to give …invitation. Brandy you have asked of me and Brandy it will be."

While Mr. Ghostly goes to the bar, the Lady opens her book that in the rush was left behind and can not help except to think upon all her many travels since last the visit to this place. It is as Mr. Ghostly returns to the Lady with Brandy poured forth in a crystal goblet rimmed with gold that the flanking of horses many can be heard. With a few shouts and a holler the main rider, is off and in only seconds within the Gothic Café.

"Lady! You remembered to come this night that once you promised me."

"Ringwraith, how is it that I could forget"?

"Ahh Lady, here allow for me to…" with the Lady turning aside her neck…

"Oh, don't you know so sorry am I," says he as he touches so gently the scars of her neck that to her heart the once deep gashed, now raised scarred masses, where through skin, flesh, muscle, sinew, blood and gore he ripped and tore so hungrily at her while in on flights of wings they flew.

Then says Lady so timidly, "What happened to my dear, dear precious Ignor for rather Mr. Ghostly is here in his place it seems and not that Mr. Ghostly has not been ever vigilant to his duties, it is just I oh so long, so desire my…"

"Lady, The Crocodile Hunter killed him through and through.. My horse of midnight black awaits as doth the riders eight…if you should like, then to the cemetery we may ride."

"Yes, this I should desire to do, to pay my last respects but first here I have something to show you, it is wide and round, golden and smaller yet than a coin…..do you remember while in flight we were, how I…."

"Yes! How you snatched it from the chain on my neck and you thot you had it made but so it would appear by those lovely scars that well, I had my pleasure first before allowing you your disappearing act."

"It is not easy dying in the manner that I did… and Yes, to the cemetery I should like to go."

Outdoors the night so bitter cold, with the flurries that were falling now deep drifts of silent snow.

"Here Lady, allow me to help you up here with me on my restless stallion. He is rarein' to go and so let us be off!"

Once settled atop the magnificent Creature, the Lady slips her hand in Ringwraith's, their palms and fingers touching…then it is he feels the cold gold band that once on a chain around his neck he wore and What! Over both their ring fingers now the ring it drops in place. When all of a sudden lightening bolts strike in many fastidious streaks with Lady, The Ringwrath, and his stallion begin a thunderous gallop to only in a moments few vanish into the clouds…

It is then upon a rider's flight so high that an echo of a song can be heard on the jukebox below in the oh so Darkened Gothic Café…the song that is a playin', non other than, "Blood Red Sandman," by LORDI… Wednesday, 06-Sep-2006 0:37:22