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Literature of the Lost

Started by cflnut, May 11, 2014, 02:31:08 PM

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The looking glass is broken and Alice lays dead. The wonderland of imagination has been lost in the pages of time. No longer is the white rabbit to be late for the tea party, and the mad one can no longer find his hat. The jabberwocky cries a tear of sorrow as the red rose pleads white. The queen has lost her head and the hare of March no longer laughs with the mouse in the door.

There are no more islands of treasure to be found. In the middle of the ocean at 10,000 league's the white whale has passed on in to the plane of extinction, and the lonely mariner sails a forgotten ship as the albatross falls from the sky.

In the grand hall the table is cracked and the circle is broken. The lonely king sits in his empty castle sipping at an empty chalice. Gone is the great wizard, and the sword of kings is lost in a lake of the ladies tears.

Extinguished is the light of the second star. The boys of eternal youth are no longer lost. The nursery is empty, the pixie dust gone. Tick-tock the hook fears not the crock, and Peter Pan has grown old.

The wardrobe lies empty. No more will it be used to visit the land of the lion's and witches. The dawn sinks slowly in the treading sea and the prince cries a tear for his forgotten realms.

At the end of the road on a lonely hill sits a silent house. In the basement the pit lies empty, the pendulum broken, and forevermore the raven quotes silence.

Nine wraiths scatter their dust to the wind, while seven kings hide in their forgotten halls. The fellowship is disbanded as the twin towers lie in ruins. The three have sailed to the new land and the one no longer rules them all. The king shall not return and my precious is lost in the fiery mountain.

On a lonely planet circling a forgotten star nobody takes notice as the ships of the invaders pass by. Their interest in this third rock has diminished and no longer do they watch us. The ships built for the invasion turned to dust and blow across the reddish landscape.

The mirror no longer answers the question of fairness. The beauty sleeps an eternal slumber, and the beast has grown wild. A glass slipper is broken, a hooded cloak stained red with blood, and the enchanted forest burns down. The evil step-mother has won, the poisonous witches fly free, and the big bad wolf has huffed his last puff and now bathes in the sunlight licking his chops.

The old brick road no longer shins its golden glow. The scarecrows mind is smoldering, the fire of his knowledge has been drenched by the water that rusted the Tin man. The great wizard of the emerald city has departed and Lion cowers in fear at the loss of the lovely girl from Kansas.

The coffin is chained shut, locked in a forgotten tomb and A creature fuelled by the liquid of human life sits alone in an empty castle his love lost to the despair of agony that born him to the darkness. No more will he stalk the night in search of a lost love.

The past is forgotten, and the future will never happen. The old guardian of space no longer answers the call to travel, his time has been cut short. His blue box has been forgotten, lost in the pages of time, and the Master's plan forgotten.

Lost are the magical beings of imagination, no more will they grace us with their spells of wonder. The unicorns are gone, the dragon's wings have been clipped and the fairies lay dead. No more will their songs fill the forests with joy and laughter.

The stories of old are lost. Replaced by shock horror quick thrills and cheap love. The imagination of the creators of old is no longer fueled by creativity but by the monsters of greed and money. The science fiction of old has become the science fact of today.

The literature of the imagination has been lost to the eternal sands of time. Forever to collect dust on a forgotten bookshelf in an empty library.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't.
And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would.