Quel Reve (what a dream) Once upon a time there was a little girl who tried to build herself a fairytale world. She'd put on her make up and make believe that reality is just what you perceive.
She lived in the land of what might of been where nightmares to dreams like straw to gold spin. But wicked fairies with illusions do play and make even the sweetest fancies betray
for she never was the beautiful princess: alas. She lacked the slippers made of ruby and glass. She lacked the voice of an angel for phantoms to hear her sing and she never had golden gentle curls that spiraled 'round in rings.
She never ate apples; leary of a poisoned rind. She never sat at a spinning wheel: scared of what she'd find. But she dared and ate the fruit of the enlightened mind and sat in the Tower of Mundane confined.
But a merciful green fairy the size of her thumb gave a bewitched vial of absinthe or rum which the girl drank and to enchanted sleep did succumb. For in that sleep of death what princes may come?
None.
well, that is to say none could get near the tower was gaurded by the three greatest fears: the princes faced a clock, veil and mirror. Forced to relive the passage of years Forced to pass into the unknown's spheres Forced to see how they really appear.
It wasn't worth the effort really.
So she just stayed in her endless dream in a fantasia where she was the queen and everything was as bright as a street-chalk scene and she could lay with her lover in grass so green and she could believe things are as they seem.
But since the princess would not awaken the rest of the fairytale worlds were shaken:
Snow White had an affair with all seven dwarves behind the Prince's back. Jack went running down the hill and wouldn't let Jill follow. The third bear ran off and eloped with Goldielocks. The Croc's clock stopped ticking in Neverland. Alice cut the deck with vorpal blade. and Rapunzel got a hair trim.
...It just wasn't right
something had to be done: so the villagers gathered their knights each and every one.
And betwixt them they did take the tower and the princess maid but try as they might she would not wake. So whether it was out of care or masquerade they sat by her side and prayed:
"Surely, oh God this maid's eternal sleep is caused by horrid demons disguised, and 'ere their curse into us seep for the protection of all your sheep (Oh- and to honor you Almighty) we shall have the maid baptized."
If it is tactless to call Ophelia's death a baptisim this was ten times worse:
For so often to save the many, martyred are the few. And so "to cleanse her soul anew" they put her body into the blue.
But unlike the Mermaid she didn't turn to sea foam.
She floated for a while like a fleur de lys "Till that her garments, heavy with their drink" pulled her down 'till she did sink down down down into the sparkling sea.
"And then she died. And everyone forgot about her, and we all lived happily ever after."
She drifted down like a little shell that was caught in a tide drifts back to the bottom to reside. Though she drowned look on the Brightside: the bottom of the sea is the perfect place to hide and continue the fairytale of her world inside.
(And because, yet again, borrowed words say it best:) "Ciel ! Amour ! Libert ! Quel reve, pauvre Folle!"
In case you were wondering the French at the end translates to "Heaven ! Love ! Freedom ! What a dream, oh poor crazed Girl!" and is from a poem from Arthur Rimbaud called Ophelie (Ophelia) and can be found here: http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/poesies/Ophelia.html
