Artemis Asinere

The Tale of the Nameless King
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Once upon a time...
There was a door...

"Yes, that is a door,"
Is it broken and shattered?
"No, that's just you."
But tis a dream, for I don't remember thy shattered bits.
"No, tis not a dream, that is a door."

By the meadow I see it thusly no more than the outcropping of a night, do you claim tis be so?
As I be the broken door leading into fine glorious night?

"No, thou art a fine broken mist dissipated only by the mere walking of a true-born heir."

Alas tis not for my own dear Henry?

"Yes, but for he is no more but a sentence in thine long and entombed heir catalogue of forever and deep somber molding of your heir swine."
Swine for a heir tis so? Or do thou mock me in a bittersweet after tones of a muse? A second tis be sweet and soothing, the next it yonder be wooing.
"No, my mockery and nay I say my japes be aimed at thou swine for a heir."

Artemis, do you again claim him to be thine?
"Yes, by the musing for a dollar, so does thou heir for a releasing of ones seed."
Artemis, oh seer, be thee the better fair, let thine judgement be divine as thou bearest and see it through thusly!

(But in sooth, I tell thou that Artemis be no wise seer or just clerk of the money changers, but a man with no beard, and having a cleanness of teeth.)

"No, for here upon my brow I find thine sweat so dear and so beloved as thee. Let thee rule yet another three years, and slay this false heir!"

Aye, to the bitterest of woes! Behold! A cup of wine!
"No, tis not be a cup of wine."
In sooth Artemis? What be it; for it be the strangest of tastes to thine lips?
"Blood, dear lord. Blood of heir swine."

(In sooth the dear King of Asinere be so pampered as to never tasting blood.)

And with a clitter clatter of one so esteemed and beheld as the King of Asinere, in one feel swoop his cup encrusted with the jewels of paupers and of farmers [their teeth], fell to the cobbled floor of stone, and shattered.

Artemis be ye a devil, or be ye an ogre?
"No, milord."
Speak upon all that is damnable, for in this very night, and in this very hour your head will be rendered off of your neck and you shall be omitted from thine so bitterly and sweetly just as the Muse who dare mocks the King of Asinere!
"Yes, milord. I be the judgement of one so nay dare be so wooed as the one who is for the taste of blood. For how can one truly be so wooed if you do not even know its taste dear lord? So DRINK! Drink your fill! For tonight your blood shall be spilt upon thine holy ground. I be not the devil, but thy saviour."

And in sooth upon the last word of Artemis, the men who had been lying in wait came and severed the King of Asinere in halfs.
So in this manner his very members were sent to the distant parts of his kingdom, and upon receiving his pieces they were burnt and thrown into the sea.

And to this day, the name of the King of Asinere is known no more, but Artemis is known far and wide as the saviour of Asinere, the slayer of the Ogre of Asinere.
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By: Aaron Donnelly
Written: 11/28/2012

Plagiarize this and I will find you. Not even joking.