Mucho Grass y ass for the props. I hope they give me some good stuff too. You'll are awesome. If I have any left afterwards.....
Draamanu succumbs to lack of air and blacks out into
An ayss of longing, remorse and humiliation.
Sirens, wailing, gnashing, give way to dull roar
Reverberating, filling giant canvas sails taut against the wind.
Facing west, looking within his own heartbreak and despair,
Draamanu pleads, "Give me strength,
Oh bastards of fate, you who toy with life
As a game of chess, a necessary elimination.
Let me fulfill my destiny, meet my muse,
Save the world and find the lost child
In the forgotten drowned city."
A giant whirlpool forms offshore the barrier reef,
And then a wave, a towering wall of water,
A sea change of upheaval,
Lifts, sucks, throws, overcomes all form.
Zuru appears, in his malevolent glory, then merges with the whirlpool.
Draamanu is overpowered by the demons fury.
All goes dark, lightless, totally black,
Blacker than the darkest night.
Jyrascar, the trickster, the contrary teacher,
The coyote spirit of upheaval, appears unto Draamanu
On the other side of the vortex.
"purify your soul of all desire and what you seek shall appear.
You must give to gain."
Draamanu weeps tears of remorse,
For the longing he never had,
All the lost love he never knew.
A cold harsh wind howls from the north and rattles
The bones of the dead.
All unwanted things cease to be.
All his clothes are stripped bare,
His hair denuded by arctic blast, until
Draamanu naked, bald, frozen is exposed to no one.
But exposed none the less and lost and forgotten.