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RE: What Are You Wearing Today Darling?
The lessons, hard taught and hard fought had been learned.
The elder gods mounted their steeds of fury and rage and withdrew. No laughter. No cries of challenge or triumph. No cries of...
Lament
The head of the doubter rolled to a halt and sunk slowly, deeply into the earth. A single stem burst free of the dirt and a single white rose blossomed forth
hehe, who knows what will come!!
Droves of people gathered around the single white rose, and adorned it with a shrine. Without a single command, they lamented. For generations, they would come to worship it. The Rose of the Rebellion, as they called it. The oral history had changed the narrative quite a bit, and the story they had come to know was nowhere near the actual events.
The elder gods had never forgotten him. Every year, on the day of his passing, they would gather the clouds and shower his final resting place with a downpour so bountiful, it gave the rose life for at least a year.
No one wanted to admit it, but it was the elder gods who...
Lamented
I hope a golden STEEM medal awaits both of us at the end of this journey.
And they lamented. They lamented and they murmured of their regrets. They stowed their weapons and returned beyond the stars. Forgotten by all, forgotten even by time itself.
And the peoples on the planet below began to remember how to live. How to live a life not tainted by defeat and misery. The sun shone and to each a measure of joy was experienced in this new epoch.
And the rose flowered every year. And the peoples came and worshipped.
Until one year when the worshippers came singing happily bearing offerings for the Rose. There was a gaping silence. Then a scream rent the air. For the Rose...
Was gone
LAMENT!
Yeah, a magic pound of gold, I am running out of steem, idea steem that is!!!
A faction of the old gods had splintered, and they craved the worship that once gave them sustenance. In the darkness of the night, they had raped the rose from its dwelling. They debated on what to do with it. Some suggested destroying, others argued that they should feed on its mystical power. But, the consensus was that they would fashion it into currency. Currency that shall be traded by the people that once worshiped them.
If they weren't able to strike the same fear they once did, then they would feed off the hype their creation would yield. They would feed off the joy, and fear, and arguments this new currency will produce. And, they shall laugh knowing that the currency once was the beacon of hope these people once venerated.
Finally, they could once again shout...
Lament!!!
I'm running on reserves as well! I just close my eyes and let my fingers do the talking.
And much time passed, the currency like many others waxed and waned until a myriad of other currencies replaced it and it too was just a memory. The old gods too would have passed away but still, a flicker of hatred and contempt for their old foes remained and and they watched and seeing their currency fade like they had too gave them strength. Gave them anger. One of their number voiced their rage to the others. He pointed at the foes below in their modern world of moving metal and radio waves and he hissed.
We reached consensus before? Can we not do so again?
The gods were no more than figments. No more than echoes by this time but they moved what energy they had into creating something that could stand in their stead. Something that shone and glittered. A man, yet not a man. A man made from metal and oiled parts. They caressed its cold iron skin with their last breath of power and its eyes flared. Its mouth gaped and a metallic roar issued forth.
Consensus!
Well its been a good run but for the love of all thats holy I think I might lay down and give up the ghost now!! LOLZ!!
Now that their metallic successor had awoken, the old gods banded together and became united once more, if for one final time. They mounted their steeds and they rode into the sunset. Literally. Their flesh burned, but they smiled as they were incinerated into oblivion.
Indeed. It was a good run. I am glad to have shared this experience with you, brother. I have no doubt that we would be able to replicate this in the future. But, for now, there is no use in beating an immolated horse :D
Hurray!! :0)