[Rimbaud]

Halfullion shook his head, his exquisite coiffure settling down in gentle, heroic waves. Clearing his head, he looked up and saw the fair Merisuwyniel, Star of the Skies, returning. His heart thudded like a rhinocerous in heat having a mild coronary as he saw her flushed and exuberant features. She had clearly been thinking of him again, day-dreaming of running her fingers through his supremely subtle highlights. Her hair was a mane behind her, her dress was askew and her quivers loose and bouncing upon her shoulder.

He rose, with very great glee, and strode to her, as her heavy breathing and ruddy complexion gave clear notice to Lord Gormlessar that she was faint at the very thought of his pugilist's pectorals.

"So long as I was in your sight
I was your heart, your soul, and treasure;
And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd
Burning in flames beyond all measure," quoth he, grandiosely, with a massive dose of unintentional irony. "My fairest Princess, gladly come are you to this place. Let me escort you to where you might rest." He laid a broad, strong hand on her slim shoulder (exposed by an unfortunate tear in her gown) as if to lead her away. All the while his eyes shone with his love and passion for her, so beauteous was she in this flushéd state.

"Halfie!" she said sharply, and removed his hands. She whistled for Felafel, and before Tofu could even spell 'cuckold' in Greek, she was gone. Thoroughly annoying Halfullion, who slumped disconsolately to the ground, his ardor dispelled, Tofu began to sing, under his breath, "Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, Untrue Love, adieu, Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love."

Halfullion looked thoroughly miserable so Etceteron sidled over and reluctantly offered a swig from his hip-flask. Some seconds later, red-faced and spluttering, Halfullion had very nearly forgotten all about Elven Princesses.

[ February 04, 2003: Message edited by: Rimbaud ]