The Prince of Tides--A Fable

  The King of the most powerful land was preparing his reign of peace, 
freedom, and equality for all his people. The Queen was preparing for birth 
of the new Prince. But there were problems. His armies were engaged in a 
conflict they could not win. The young did not want to fight the unknown 
enemies that the old had made to keep power. Much to the Queen’s dismay, who 
was busy rearing the new Prince, the King had also fallen under the spell of 
the Sex Goddess who ruled in the Make Believe World. 

    In order to draw attention from his problems, he promised his people and 
the Goddess something impossible. The Moon was inviolate and pure through all 
the millenniums.  It was the symbol of an untouched heavenly body. On a hot 
July day when the seas of the earth were hazy his spacemen set foot on the 
moon and played a sport. For beings from Earth, landing on the moon was the 
greatest of all feats, but other Heavenly Bodies grew angry and sent a tremor 
through space.

    The others ordered  the moon to multiply the earth beings until they 
poisoned themselves with their sciences, inventions, and technologies that 
they thought would better their race and protect themselves. The toxins made 
them act strangely and kill each other in inhuman and unpredictable ways. The 
other Heavenly Bodies also put a curse on the Sex Goddess who died 
mysteriously, reportedly taking her own life. The King was assassinated, his 
brain stolen, and the event so obscured that the Queen and her people would 
never know the truth. The toddler Prince saluted his father’s horse-drawn 
casket. The King’s brother was also assassinated and tragedy befell more of 
the family.

    The Prince grew into the handsomest and most desired by all peoples. Even 
a Princess from another country came to visit him. The millennium was drawing 
to a close. Strange events happened more frequent. The Princess’ great beauty 
was crushed by a new lifestyle of high-speed technology and metal. With his 
wife and her sister by his side, the Prince flew his new sleek-wing’d 
technology into a July haze just a few years after the Queen had died. Before 
the new millennium, in the same month the King had made  the moon his 
conquest, fabulous remains washed ashore in silent pieces where the Queen had 
once played with the child Prince while the King governed his people.

Reading the Fable: Prince of Tides at the Bitter End with John Cassady and others.

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