Now comes a story of the odd and ill-mannered,

The glory of mundane,
A lust petering towards all things strange.
Now comes a story of ghastly wails,
Of near death tales

There sat a camel, bird, and bear 'neath a tree of discord where
a crow of black would oft' perch, when there came a sudden lurch,
and the slothful bear did shout; 'Crow, do cast from us this boredom out!'
Turning slow, in enmity, said the crow; 'What spur have thee for me?'

The bear then scratched its hollow head and the camel turned and said;
'Good master crow, so wise and right, here we have an awful fright,
a kind you sir must know too well.' Then cried the crow; 'To hell!'
'Please, your words be like spirits and ours like sulfur,' pleaded the camel.

'Shall I spin you a yarn of loot gra- no,' screeched the crow. Then came a hoot
as the bird did cry; 'weave for us a tale good sir. You know we shan't leave
till our minds are so pacified.' with feathers a-bunch, said the crow; 'Lo,
I shall tell thee a tale, if the camel would assist.' Then said all; 'As you wish.'

And so the crow began;

'There was once in these lands a power so strong

That bards of good respect still belt out this song.'

And so the wise crow sang;

'A royal infantry so sweet coming to take over us all.

A monster cloaked in stars, hidden by a day too soon to fall.

A dusty traveler, filled with mild thoughts of vengeance.

A rush to fulfill an unseen role in the cavalry so discrete.

A people worn thin by ages of excesses and penance.

A red moon in pitch black night, only stars then twirled.

A royal infantry so sweet coming to take over the world.'

Silence followed the crow's dear song, when said the burly bear with a great woe,
'Pray tell, what have your withered words for us?' 'Humph!' squawked the crow,
'What could you foolish fools ever truly know'' Then the camel wailed out low,
'Ah, good sir, oh please explain. What moves this dopey bear on so, I do not know!'

The crow shook its gnarled beak and so went, 'My tale is not one which any of thee
might know too well, so long ago did it all occur. But rest assured, I shall edify.
It all did begin with a simple shipwreck labeled CSI' on a plane not far from were we
who now laze about do stay,' to the bear said he, 'no interludes as my mistake I rectify.'



Went on the crow; 'Ever calling never stalling, the aliens came on a shipwreck so blue
plundered and killed, burned and destroyed. It seemed indeed, to them it was all for joy,
all for the joy. And our humans ran hither and thither wantonly attempting to shoo
the beasts of many hues. But to they, the thetans, all man's weapons were as a toy.

'Oh but gods, what a joy for us of earth, when their good old king was given
a small little piece of hard candy, for he did choke and end his feeble breath.
Forever remember the aliens of the shipwreck so blue!' said the crow with a livened
CA-CAW, 'now, that is my story, goodnight and good day, of thee I take my leave.'

Then preached the camel as the crow did go away;

'The duck eats pie at night,

The cow doth live in the black lagoon,

As night becomes a dark day.

The fish fly fast,

The rocks soar till noon

As night becomes a dark day.

The cats swim through the lake so long,

The dead duck eats no more pie

As night becomes a dark day.

The black bear eats the worm,

The dead bear does not

As night becomes a dark day.'

'W-what?' inquired the idle bear. 'Hush fool, let the camel speak.
For you it would be well to nullify your beak as you have your brain.
You could not understand in the least, your mind is pallid, lost and weak.
I wish to hear the words spoken, o on good camel as the bear's voice doth now wane.

So on went the camel's bray;

'This is what the camel preaches:

Of soon death coming away, for,

Through the darkest door

comes a hope only leaches


do scorn. Dying as the slow

fairy sings to the songs of the dead,

as all must in one night, for lo!

Righteous demons dance by your bed


as arrogant angels prance in the last

of your days. There, where the dead

Fight, insurmountable foes are fed

In the backlash of the mighty blast

of hell's greatest fires unknown.

Yea, in the light of the fire from hell

dances the dames of immortal death.

No foe can they not fell.


It is the sirens, singing their slow, subtle songs.

Their lovely bright eyes shimmer in the light

of the moonless scope. By dozens throngs

fly to them, only to be met by their last fight.


Its sweet beauty could melt your heart away,

On endless melancholy afternoons. Know

though that day is always soon to come, may

it that one could see and not be taken by their glow.'
So ended the camel's first refrain.