LIFE ABOVE, GRAVE BELOWAny story with "grave" in its title is bound to be a tale of death or vampires, right? Wrong. At least, not this time. The "grave" reference is merely a figurative location. This is a story about an individual, we'll call her Suzy, who had taken up residence in a rooming house. This house was run by an emotionally unstable cousin by the name of Angela.Angela's instability was brought on by, what she considered, a life of abandonment. When she was a child, her single mother, Dina, could not afford to raise both Angela and her older brother, Luke. Dina was forced to send Angela to live with family on a country farm far away. Luke got to stay with Dina, but they suffered through many years of financial difficulties.Everyone but Angela understood Dina's decision to send the child away. The little girl felt that her mother loved Luke more, since she kept him close to her, which was a logical opinion I suppose. Dina's logic, however, was that Luke had been with her longer than Angela and w
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE ENTWIVESIn a time long ago beyond the reckoning of the stars, an enchanted land of magical beings flourished. Its inhabitants lived in peace, for the most part, each race to its own needs. The wide variety of species and their closely held beliefs, made it difficult to integrate effectively. The land, and indeed the world on which it existed, was vast in size, and beings of the same ilk were far flung.So it was for the creatures known as the Ents. Ents were ancient and enchanted trees with the ability to speak and move about. They seldom did either, for in their home, called Fangorn Forest, there was seldom a need for verbal communication and mobility. Their basic function was the care of very young or less evolved trees. It was natural to them, therefore, to be very solitary.Though the only known survivors of these beings appeared to be gender male, their own memories told of a gender female race of Entwives. Unfortunately, having lived without them for time out of mind, these Ents had no m
ONCE A WORLDThe Last of Banii'Rretyn (bah-NIE' reh-TEEN)Gone are the great lords of Banii'Rretyn,Their unheeded destiny foretold.For eons they lived, great fortunes amassed,On the backs of perceived inferior kind.Under the displeased gaze of their gods,The grief from below was observed."How can this be?" cried the Greatest Divine,As his sorrow and anger grew ever more intense."They are but children," a deity replied,"Gone mad with power and greed.""We must intercede, and somehow curtailThis blatant display of barbaric might."Do be judicious when first you strike,"Pleaded the Goddess of Love,"For though they are wicked, we love them still,And would not want them destroyed in haste."The Greatest Divine considered her plea,And vowed to lessen his wrath.He warned that his patience was not everlasting,The wicked would forfeit their world if they erred.So, the deities entered the hearts of the lords,In hopes their unkindness would cease.But long in their malice the lords had dwelt
POOR ANGELGiven, long ago, the gifts of the gods,Winged beings did freely roam.In their hearts of purity and love,Of beauty and peace made their home.Their world was far and none could seeThe light shone forth from that distant world.No sun was near, for it needed none;The beings' radiance around it swirled.These beings were Angels, messengers divine,Employed by the gods to impart man's fate.The prayers of the faithful on earth rang clear,"Come gentle spirits, our fears to abate."On a time came one with inflated worth,'Tho once blessed with the same divine grace,Did vie for the crown of the kindly gods,That he alone could rule in their place.He cared naught for what his dark heart lacked,That his powers were not righteous, but weak.He had no fear of the mighty gods,For they seemed ever mild and meek.But their docile seeming was soon exposed,And the remorseful Angel did fall.His wings were severed, ne'er again to fly;Poor Angel, thence he was called.