A tale of caution

[nubi_fae]

It wasn't too far ago
long on the field s of the rolling hills
that the brothers and the sisters dined and danced
and drank merrily
to celebrate every-little thing that passed
there was music and dancing and
all the while one such person chimed in

"I don't like this at all!
We're too happy! We need something serious around here."

and thus it was
that the people gather'd round and told stories
of woe and fierce
battle
where everyone who was good won most of the time
and the bad guys got away every once in a while

and there were memorials for the long dead
whose living relatives have keened long and loud
to commemorate their passing

and it was such for a thousand years
or so they say

and once again another voice chimed" We have lost our balance
give us times of sadness yes, but let us be happy and merry,
cheer for our lives once more
let the wine flow! Let the dancing begin again

And so it was
as it was in the beginning.

And again there was another who cried for crying
and it would-be that way again
and thus back and forth
never to have correct balance in the world where they all lived and drank
and made love and sang and bore children
begat begetting.

and the time came to solidify the customs and
there was disagreement and dissension
no on e knew what was to be true and what was legend,
no one even seemed to care

And one fought while another fought the first.

other took up the example and did the same as the first two
and there was war and in fighting and biting of the backs

eventually

there was much calm and leaving everyone alone when there was the answer being that there will be a designated time and place for everything
and there was a party here a celebration there and a memorial there
all those days littered and posted throughout the calendar wall

and there was an agreement
and the people began to observe their holidays, but then again, who was the celebrant and the merry and who was the sad.

How was the observance to be looked at?

and there again was the fighting and the biting of the backs and the
rumbling of fists against flesh not in passion but in war.

one never known the other and the fighting continued on and on until the sun came from underground

meanwhile along on a hill the man with the mitre standing perfectly still
saying a discreet prayer to himself, and then crossing himself smiles.
ambling down the hill, shepard's staff in hand --
"Convincing the natives," he thought, "will be easy."

and this is why we drink.