Comments on: Of Broken Crook and Flaccid Flail http://warlockslair.wordpress.com/2008/03/26/of-broken-crook-and-flaccid-flail/ There shall be a breaking of bonds and a snapping of laws. Wed, 26 Mar 2008 07:29:30 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Warlock http://warlockslair.wordpress.com/2008/03/26/of-broken-crook-and-flaccid-flail/#comment-29 Warlock Wed, 26 Mar 2008 07:29:30 +0000 http://warlockslair.wordpress.com/?p=41#comment-29 Neither bard nor herdsman; for the bard's song is little more than the herdsman's crook. Here the singing was the doing of neither sheep nor shepherd but liberation from both; Other. Your flail is as flaccid as it ever was. Crawl. Neither bard nor herdsman; for the bard’s song is little more than the herdsman’s crook. Here the singing was the doing of neither sheep nor shepherd but liberation from both; Other. Your flail is as flaccid as it ever was.

Crawl.

]]> By: Scott Thong http://warlockslair.wordpress.com/2008/03/26/of-broken-crook-and-flaccid-flail/#comment-28 Scott Thong Wed, 26 Mar 2008 06:39:44 +0000 http://warlockslair.wordpress.com/?p=41#comment-28 Bold and enthralling is the bard's tale! How noble are his deeds! How inspiring is his valiant victory over the savage barbarism of his charlatan foe! But wait... For verily, no such battle was fought - no such struggle was ever attempted. There was no stalwart overturning of ignorance. No attempt to refute the herdman's sharp riddle. No blunting of his sharp edged flail, or toppling of his gospel-ready feet. There was only the tale of it, the song sung of an epic never played out... The glad report of a battle never even begun. <i>But still, oh! What a glorious tale it is! Glorious, glorious, glorious I say!</i> And thus as the audience leaves the little inn with a spirit of indignance, the bard is left to sit alone... Alone, but for his dreams. Bold and enthralling is the bard’s tale! How noble are his deeds! How inspiring is his valiant victory over the savage barbarism of his charlatan foe!

But wait… For verily, no such battle was fought – no such struggle was ever attempted. There was no stalwart overturning of ignorance. No attempt to refute the herdman’s sharp riddle. No blunting of his sharp edged flail, or toppling of his gospel-ready feet.

There was only the tale of it, the song sung of an epic never played out… The glad report of a battle never even begun.

But still, oh! What a glorious tale it is! Glorious, glorious, glorious I say!

And thus as the audience leaves the little inn with a spirit of indignance, the bard is left to sit alone… Alone, but for his dreams.

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