Destiny
The Bane of Bitter Sadness and the Moon of Midnight Madness met where night was starless on a high and cloud-hidden fastness. Eagles and bats and monsters of mist witnessed their tragic and and terrible tryst - the blood of rare rubies and the tears of amethysts fell to the Earth as the two of them kissed. In his chariot of silvery fire the Moon made of Midnight a glamourous liar whilst the flames of that bitter but glittering pyre sang a strange song: a desolate choir. On the flanks of the Mountains of Maybe an old crone sat rocking a baby: a prince of the Kingdom of Araby disguised as a foundling of charity. Lightning stabbed at the Mares of the Air; Thunder groaned in his dark-petalled lair. The wind rattled windows and peered in to stare at the whimpering child - proud Araby's heir. Then Destiny and Idle Chance, on steeds that whinnied, bridled and pranced (their names were Coincidence and Circumstance), passed where the furious Elements danced... "Well met!" they cried, "we must decide on a suitable bride to stand in honour at young Araby's side - will it be Sickness or jealous Infanticide; will it be Glory or doomed and pitiful Suicide (decide , my brothers, decide!); will it be Fame or Poverty dire? Shall he choke on wine and rich food or drown in some infested mire... shall he fall victim to some nefarious viziers poisonous ire or, in some quiet perfumed hour, feel the slender caress upon his throat of a hired assasin's thin but deadly wire?" The Bane of Bitter Sadness and the Moon of Midnight Madness met where night was starless on a high and cloud-hid fastness. Eagles and bats and monsters of mist witnessed their tragic and and terrible tryst - the blood of rare rubies and the tears of amethysts fell to the Earth as the two of them kissed...
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