The White Music Stand

September 13, 2011
By 4everTalkinLoud SILVER, L&#39Alcudia, Other
4everTalkinLoud SILVER, L&#39Alcudia, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"We're all in the same boat. If you go down, we all go down with you."

"A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step."
-Chinese Proverb

Listen! Listen! You should be aware of the things that may surround you.
Warnings come once, and never twice. Listen, listen, and do be aware.

It is loud and soft, and it never stops.
But do not interrupt because, you see,
the white stand has a story
that every single one of you should know.

Once when there was hatred and cruelty
still spreading throughout the land,
an army was built to withstand
an eternity with their master.

Goddess Queen Tabitha was her name
that surpassed all other titles.
She was the powerful force that
shone Iskoola Pota to its peak.

Iskoola Pota is her world she created out of her imagination.
She formed every living and non-living being
on that planet without inspiration.

Perfect, dazzling, white music stands
were the goddess’s brand new idea.
People of Iskoola Pota were puzzled.
Who needed an army as such as this?

Each stand consisted of one hundred percent
invincible metal that no longer exists.
Not an attack, blow or fist could defeat this army of pure strength.

“Something is missing,” mused Goddess Tabitha,
as her eyes swept over her creation.
With a wave of her hand, all the stands turned black,
except for one that resisted her temptation.

“You!” she ordered, “Come here.” Shyly, the white stand approached her.
“Why be timid, for there is no danger,” said Tabitha. “There is nothing to fear.”

“What are we, and who are you?” mumbled the stand incoherently.
“Why, you are my army of stands!” cried the queen so jubilantly.

“I also declare that this white stand is the captain of this army,”
she motioned to the black stands with authority.
“I say, we should go out and have a party!”

The stands can now see,
as well as you and me,
that their Queen Tabitha was quite ecstatic,
but here’s where things start to get
a little more dramatic.

“Onward, march! Two, five, three, four,
three, six, seven, two…
What’s the problem! Can’t you see I’m counting?
Get a move on!”

Goddess Tabitha yelled as her soldiers
turned around in confusion.
They now realized they were part
of the oddest institution.

The institution of madness, scoffed the captain in its thoughts.
That is what it looks like, replied a soldier through the mind.
Getting out of this place will be worth lots.

And so, through mental telepathy,
the army, without a doubt, agreed
that something must be done with this queen.

They arrived at a castle filled with beauty,
so much beauty,
that the stands were shocked with awe.

“Your Highness, your Highness!”
shouted a voice in despair.
A scribe came running at an unfaltering speed,
as if there was no more time to spare.

“Scribe! You have a place inside the castle,” disapproved the goddess.
“Apologies, Goddess,” gasped the scribe, “but Iskoola Pota is planning a rebellion!”

Tabitha’s eyes rolled back,
and she collapsed to the ground,
as if nothing of the such
had been heard before.

Shall we join the rebels? asked the white stand.
But the question was never answered,
because right then and there-
“The Queen’s army of stands!
Capture them!” shouted a voice mixed with might.

Darts, arrows, knives, and spears
grew wings and soared through the air.
The army had begun to run, with invincibility forgotten.

“Stand your ground!” the white stand called frantically,
but to no avail,
for all the soldiers had scattered away
far beyond the sandy trail.

Like live chess pieces, they hopped for their lives,
and stumbled into traps.
But, with the exception of the captain,
no one seemed to care about that.

Every weapon bounced off the white stand,
and not one dent was made.
Unfortunately, the captain was caught in a net.
Must every brave attempt fall downward from the sky?

Three days later…

Every music stand stood in front of Queen Tabitha’s throne,
waiting for their punishment.
The goddess shook her head with disappointment.
“I put you to a test to see how well you fight,
and guess what? You FAILED!”

Of course, she did not see her flaw in the making of these stands.
She did not give them the heart to fight for their queen.

“You have brought dishonor to Iskoola Pota,
Your final fate: You shall be buried ALIVE!”
BOOM! As she pounded her staff to the ground,
every stand was cast away from the world.

Locked in an air tight chamber with no light,
the army, for the last time, felt afraid.
Nearing the end, the band of stands
took a last breath, and spirits took flight.

So here ends the story of Sir White, the captain
of his not very valiant army of music stands.

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on Oct. 14 2011 at 1:57 pm
4everTalkinLoud SILVER, L&#39Alcudia, Other
6 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
"We're all in the same boat. If you go down, we all go down with you."

"A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step."
-Chinese Proverb

Thanks. :)

~from u know who this person is :P

AliceSaphri said...
on Oct. 13 2011 at 3:51 pm
AliceSaphri, Etc, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid." - Langston Hughes
"Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it." - Lloyd Alexander

I love it. I read it before, but I still love it. Beautifully written, creative plot, and very well worded.

~ Your awesome friend who loves you and your writing. ;D

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