Brave One

Story by Caitlin Van Horn
September 19, 2015

I was seized upon the sloping glen when I was twelve years old. You were stolen off the foggy moor, our captor she was cold.

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Story by Caitlin Van Horn
September 19, 2015

I was seized upon the sloping glen when I was twelve years old. You were stolen off the foggy moor, our captor she was cold.

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I was seized upon the sloping glen when I was twelve years old - You were stolen off the foggy moor, our captor she was cold - A crafty gypsy queen was she, whiskey dripping from her chin - She whipped her two trick pony, then spat cud into a tin - We traveled a thieves highway locked up in a rusty cage - To a haunted three ring circus where the devil danced the stage. 

Pulled up on the wagon wheel, bellies aching from the ride - Out came the great magician, top hat swingin' by his side - He paid the gypsy threepence, then he plucked us from our bed - We were carried to the big top, saw fire eaters glowing red - Country rats on their parade, girls swingin' from their knees - Monkeys dancing on tight rope, orphaned pups on the trapeze - They were trouping with contortions, pantomiming with their gloves - Disappearing through trap doors, their sleeves concealing doves - The magician seized our ears, threw us in his velvet hat - Then he bade us to keep quiet, for we were his final act - We'd heard about the hares who'd befallen by the hands - Of the devious magicians all across this rumored land - So when he wasn't looking you held tight onto my coat - Threw me high upon your back, wrapped my arms around your throat - And with a leap you bounded down that deadly wooden stage - The magician pulled his shotgun as he trailed us in his rage / We flew across the dusty ground, crowd curious of our plight - Monkeys gawking from the rafters, rats hissing at our flight - I told you to run faster as we shaved the narrow rows - Our hearts were ever beating, kicking dust up at our foes -  We leapt into the daylight, cold air colliding with our heat - You prayed me to be brave as you sped with rebel feet. 

The magician and the gypsies were licking at our heels - The red foxes joined the chase, hawks above commenced their squeals - The hunters turned their spits, as they bellowed at their wives - To blend a savory roux and to sharpen up their knives - I held tight onto your kerchief as I whimpered with each breath - The foreboding fate we faced was just shy of our quick death - You insisted I be brave and to trust your quickened mind - As we barreled down the pine ridge, our pursuers just behind - You told me of your own tricks and how we could be free - From this tragic tale of peril, if only I'd agree - To imagine the impossible, and fly as if a bird - You promised me a new life, one of which I’d never heard - We dashed into to the cornfields, their stalks shucking at our pelt - You took out an old pocket watch and ribbon from your belt - With haste you tied their ends, hurled your lasso to the sky - As it caught upon a raven, and we soon began to fly - Hinds barely scathed the pitchforks as we took our aerial flight - I prattled with unease, my tail quivered in its fright - You assured me we were going to a far off neverland - Where we could be together and this journey we'd withstand - From your tweed vest pocket you drew an ivory bone - You bade me close my eyes and make wishes of my own - I clasped firmly to one side as you grasped the other end - With a pull it broke in two, and our world began to spin.

The raven aired her claws as we plunged into the deep - My body it felt heavy and I soon began to weep - My tears turned ever salty, as they whirled into a storm - When I looked into your eyes you took on another form - I begged for you to save me, to yield my earnest cry - Then everything blurred azure as I looked upon the sky - My body it was ebbing as I churned the flowing tide - I called amidst my waves, from my foam I then had spied - A young boy swimming freely, and then finally I knew - For in his hand a pocket watch, I was certain it was you - The fates mistook our meaning when we wished to be set free - They turned you to a boy and me into the sea - To this day I hold you, buoyed on my briny shore - I give you vast adventures down below my ocean floor - You swim inside my waters and excite me with your glee -You will always be my brave one, I will always be your sea.

 

We leapt into the daylight, cold air colliding with our heat. You prayed me to be brave as you sped with rebel feet.

 
 
 
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