'The Princess and the Beehive', A Mystic Magic Fairytale
"Glowing light may you brightly shine, I call upon the golden wings of time"...
In between dusty pages of the forgotten, there once was a fair maiden who resided on the edge of a shadowing forest that overlooked the ruins of a sun filled château made from memories of glass and stone.
Having long ago been cut from the tethered ties that binded her to the glass palace, she was exiled against her own will.
Destined to live a lifetime alone, the glowing ray of the sun's light began to fade and with it bringing the palace to its knees in the clutches of an earthy breath...
'Wish Upon a Beehive'
Endless days turned to night with each transition becoming more blurred until there is only darkness lit by a faint distant glow breaking through the shadows of lifeless trees.
As she slowly stumbles upon the puzzled cracks of rooted ground crawling closer towards the now humming ball of light, there hanging up above clasped within the palms of boney fingers is the golden silhouetted shine of a buzzing beehive!
Like a gift fallen from the heavens, branches part as if they were living flesh allowing the egg shaped hive to float down lighter than a feather nestling into her hands.
Eyes filled with hope and promise for a future long since passed she bows her head and begins to wish from the heart...
Taken back to the fractured glass windowpanes of her once former home, softened whispers of memories began to fill her mind as she gracefully lifted up the swarming beehive and placed it upon her head.
As if it was the perfect fit made for a long forgotten queen, her complexion and aura now glowing like the first blooms of May, the hive started to release it's golden bees onto the surroundings awakening life drawn from within the sleeping slumbers of the château ruins.
Ticking tocks of a timeless clock winding back the hands of history to a now seen future. It was like the humble buzzing bees were rewriting her own story in a painting that gradually bared no sadness brought upon mistakes taken from her passed.
The fond familiar faces of the sun once again began to shine through the repairing windows as the floor and walls started to reset themselves banishing the earthly prison that held them captive for so long.
A shining warmth that glistened down upon her powdered white hair nurturing it to grow over the golden beehive entwined and entangling until there was nothing left to show.
With all said and done disappearing through an open window, the golden burst of bees echoed across the valley drizzling vibrancy back into the land as they returned from once they came.
The blossom filled forests no longer held refuge to darkened shadows and just like a distant dream that had sailed away into the setting sun, all that once was has now been restored as if having woken from a terrible nightmare, lifting a shrouded curse of endless night becoming undone.
"In between dusty pages of the forgotten floating embers of burning books foretelling stories of ancient times passed gathered onto the blazing fires of war. Carry on up to the rising smoke filled skies where among the stars the fairytale shall live forevermore..."
Mystic Magic, 2014
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