The tail of tales as you may once have heard
Is supposed to show love, that is the word
But someone who knows love as well as I
May stand up and declare, 'that is a lie'
Oh, you have not heard the tale yet, you say?
Listen up, for you will hear it today
We start in a time, we start in a place
But neither exist in any real space
A mouse has been born, a lady so fair
With stars in her eyes and silk in her hair
White as new snow and pure as a sweet dove
She must have been sent from heaven above
Or so goes the tale, but I might just bet
She would look quite grey if ever turned wet
For purity is an essence of soul
And cannot be laid on part of a whole
And I know nothing else besides her looks
Because it isn't much talked of in books
So now we've begun our tale with fair Fae
The fairest of mice, as someone might say
She alone finds herself in despair
For she has plenty but no one to share
She has no love to intertwine her tail
No one to console, if she were to wail
No sooner than she wished for love to own
The story made another brave mouse known
A mouse of great valor, bravery, and fame
His mere presence put other mice to shame
A wonder with such widely known glory
She had not already heard his story
But that is how it goes, the tale says so
So on with the story we shall now go
For the two lovers have only just met
And there is much more in store for them yet
They loved each other from their first shared glance
Such strong love does not happen by mere chance
He praised her white fur, her eyes and her tail
Her tail! He praised deeply without fail
For a mouse's tale is a crown to a king
It is more important than anything
Longer is better, measure of it goes
It is best when it reaches head to toes
For a tall mouse, though a short mouse needs more
And it should be light to contrast the floor
So many ways tails can be wrong to mice
Or, not right enough to make Fae think twice
But Lou,
the brave mouse, had a tail just right
And to
poor, sweet Fae this was quite a sight
Alas!
Their tale was marked for tragedy
As they
were too concerned with pageantry
They
sauntered through the halls with high grandeur
They
inspired frustration in the poor
They
smiled and waved like leads of a play
But
actors and players hearts ebb and sway
One day,
a mouse small, called to their parade
'Do we
know this is love, not a charade?'
The mice
all looked about in great dismay
Would
false love really take their darling Fae?
Her
father thought as to what he should do
And said,
'I shall put it to all of you.
We shall
put this fair gent's love to the test
And pit
him against the four-legged pest.
If he
goes to kill the murderous cat,
He will
prove his love and that will be that.
But if he
fails to try we shall then see
And who
ever does, Fae's lover they'll be."
The mice
hollered with joy for their reason
With hope
for Lou or their own planned treason
The day
of the cat fight soon came to pass
Lou waved
farewell to Fae, his beloved lass
He went
to the Cat's home under the stairs
He puffed
out his chest and smoothed out his hairs
The
following scuffle is not described
Perhaps
it wasn't properly transcribed
But the
outcome matters more than the rest
Because
Lou had won, he had passed the test
He had
escaped to win his lady fair
But he
had lost far more than just some hair
His long
tail that once brought pride to his name
Was now
gone, sending him into sad shame
What kind of a mouse does not have a tail?
He tried to keep hope, but to no avail
With no tail, he just wasn't a real mouse
So, he left his love, his home, and his house
He told
his sweet Fae before he had left
To fall
in love again, not be bereft
This is
where I must pause the tale to say
What love
is it, if you just walk away?
Does love
not compel you to go on when you can't?
Does it
not silence you when you just want to rant?
Does love
not bring life where none was before?
Does it
not touch down to your deepest core?
So how
could Lou love her and yet still leave,
To force
his dearest Fae to mourn and grieve?
These
tales all speak of some great, strong hero
Working
their way up from less than zero
But they
paint them as perfect, full of love
When it
isn't love, they are most proud of
Not
afraid to die for glory or fame
Not for
love but the spreading of their name
Did Lou fight
for Fae or was it for Lou?
I have no
answer, but leave it to you
And with
poor, sweet Fae, now lonely again
This
short tale has come round full circle then
With Lou
now gone and Fae wishing once more
For a
love stronger than the love before.
The thing
about Cupid as we all know
He can be
friend but even greater foe
So if you
think to ask for his advice
I implore
you to stop now and think twice
What he
did to Fae he could do to you too
That
isn't something you want, I assure you
He
released an arrow on the sweet Fae
But
instead of her heart, her tail did sway
Right off
her back and down onto the floor
Her dear,
sweet tail, was not hers anymore
In
shame or in love, she ran to her knight
And from
their meeting a new love took flight
But was it love, I still wonder sometimes
Because truest love still has many mimes
And he chose to leave his love in the past
Without a thought of if her love would last
Driving poor Fae into a hopeless state
Never to find a new love or new mate
And she did not follow or seek him out
But left him to wander in shame and doubt
Until her great tail was lost to her too
