Greetings...
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ink_n_impAllow me to introduce myself. I...am The Minstrel of Gondor. No, not the one of The Warbling Voice. I am The Minstrel of...The Not Warbling Voice. There is absolutely no warble in my voice.
The Mistress of this Live Journal has not 'posted' in over a month, and--eager to change this sad state of affairs--she has allowed me to post mine own works, so that all may read and enjoy.
I have traveled far and wide, for many years and over many roads. In my many travels, I have learned many tales, and have created many songs, all pertaining to Middle Earth. I have always shared my trade and art with all who would care.
But there was one lay which has for these many years been kept in silence. Only two others know of the Tale of Gélatín, and the Wet Morsel that was the Savior of the World. But we can remain silent for no longer. Both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
singealiene and unkai agree with me though...the tale shall be told...it should be told...And I shall tell you it...now.
The Lay of Mr. Juicy Sweet
Gather around, all ye who hear
The tale I will unfold
The story of a mighty race
Spawned in the days of old.
This line was of the very blessed,
These Caretakers of the deep.
Bred from the Mighty Maia,
Gélatín--the deep sea was his keep.
‘Gélatín!’ cried the Valar,
The hour he joined the sea
‘Leave not your Maia brothers
Leave not this land of green!
Leave not Telperion and Laurelin!
Leave not your cloak and dirk.
To fall to such low solitude
below the watery mirk.’
He turned his cold dark eyes of glass
From the Pelori--
Lest his heart should weep and tears created
a second Sundering Sea.
‘No, my Lords, mine own heart’s joy!’
Gélatín he did cry,
‘Abuse me not and tempt not now--
I’ve deeds to do, oh fie!
‘Mine glassy eye has seen a foe
That threatens all the land.
His first coming shall be bad,
But he will be thwarted as if sand.
'I fear not for his first approach,
But how my heart does tremble!
For when this foe strikes again,
It will be quite a tussle!
'To save the lives of mortal men
I shall prepare a savior--
He shall be strong and firm and wise
And of a tasty flavor.’
And with those words
Transformed he did,
Into a monstrous creature!
Of scales and tails
Of Bone and flesh
Of sharp fins
And long whiskers.
From his mighty fishy loins
(though fish with loins seems rather queer)
Sprang forth a royal school of fish.
Towards all their foes they showed no fear.
The line did grow,
In size and strength
In wisdom and in pride.
And yet it weakened them, oh yes,
And ate them from inside.
So great were they as warriors,
Their enemies, they grew few,
Until at last in heated throes,
They fought amongst their own.
BUT LO! Some did escaped!
The smallest did survive.
True copies of their sire’s self
In everything but size.
To mortal men they seemed mere fish
Who roamed the rivers and the streams.
And many fought a losing battle
And many dreamed a dying dream.
But all this strife had been foreseen
By Gélatín, the Sire of all things,
And he proclaimed the coming of
A mighty lord and Fish King!
A mighty king,
A King of kings!
Of Maia, Fish, and Man!
The only one to save the land
From Morgoth’s evil plan.
For all that lives of fish and man,
All creatures (land and sea)
He would be a savior
That would die most willingly!
There would come a day (oh day of days!)
Where he would met and defeat
This foe of foes, would be no more--
Because of Juicy Sweet!
Juicy Sweet would be his name,
Messiah of the Fish!
Born to die, to sacrifice
Himself to a shameful hiss.
To save all fish of his descent
From equal, cruel fate!
The gnashing, grinding
Pulling, ripping teeth of wretched hate!
He’ll swim the torrid fiery currents
Of the hellish burning deeps,
To be reborn in crystal waters
Made pure in bounds and leaps!
Then no evil will stand before
His wrath and righteous fin
And all the world be washed anew
And all shall be his kin.
All shall not come to naught,
When Melkor shall raise his head,
For swallowed up shall he be
Like a kipper in the sea.
Oh! Come my lord of raging river!
Come my King of Sundering Sea!
In you I place my love and trust--
My Mighty Juicy Sweet!
The Mistress of this Live Journal has not 'posted' in over a month, and--eager to change this sad state of affairs--she has allowed me to post mine own works, so that all may read and enjoy.
I have traveled far and wide, for many years and over many roads. In my many travels, I have learned many tales, and have created many songs, all pertaining to Middle Earth. I have always shared my trade and art with all who would care.
But there was one lay which has for these many years been kept in silence. Only two others know of the Tale of Gélatín, and the Wet Morsel that was the Savior of the World. But we can remain silent for no longer. Both
singealiene and unkai agree with me though...the tale shall be told...it should be told...And I shall tell you it...now.The Lay of Mr. Juicy Sweet
Gather around, all ye who hear
The tale I will unfold
The story of a mighty race
Spawned in the days of old.
This line was of the very blessed,
These Caretakers of the deep.
Bred from the Mighty Maia,
Gélatín--the deep sea was his keep.
‘Gélatín!’ cried the Valar,
The hour he joined the sea
‘Leave not your Maia brothers
Leave not this land of green!
Leave not Telperion and Laurelin!
Leave not your cloak and dirk.
To fall to such low solitude
below the watery mirk.’
He turned his cold dark eyes of glass
From the Pelori--
Lest his heart should weep and tears created
a second Sundering Sea.
‘No, my Lords, mine own heart’s joy!’
Gélatín he did cry,
‘Abuse me not and tempt not now--
I’ve deeds to do, oh fie!
‘Mine glassy eye has seen a foe
That threatens all the land.
His first coming shall be bad,
But he will be thwarted as if sand.
'I fear not for his first approach,
But how my heart does tremble!
For when this foe strikes again,
It will be quite a tussle!
'To save the lives of mortal men
I shall prepare a savior--
He shall be strong and firm and wise
And of a tasty flavor.’
And with those words
Transformed he did,
Into a monstrous creature!
Of scales and tails
Of Bone and flesh
Of sharp fins
And long whiskers.
From his mighty fishy loins
(though fish with loins seems rather queer)
Sprang forth a royal school of fish.
Towards all their foes they showed no fear.
The line did grow,
In size and strength
In wisdom and in pride.
And yet it weakened them, oh yes,
And ate them from inside.
So great were they as warriors,
Their enemies, they grew few,
Until at last in heated throes,
They fought amongst their own.
BUT LO! Some did escaped!
The smallest did survive.
True copies of their sire’s self
In everything but size.
To mortal men they seemed mere fish
Who roamed the rivers and the streams.
And many fought a losing battle
And many dreamed a dying dream.
But all this strife had been foreseen
By Gélatín, the Sire of all things,
And he proclaimed the coming of
A mighty lord and Fish King!
A mighty king,
A King of kings!
Of Maia, Fish, and Man!
The only one to save the land
From Morgoth’s evil plan.
For all that lives of fish and man,
All creatures (land and sea)
He would be a savior
That would die most willingly!
There would come a day (oh day of days!)
Where he would met and defeat
This foe of foes, would be no more--
Because of Juicy Sweet!
Juicy Sweet would be his name,
Messiah of the Fish!
Born to die, to sacrifice
Himself to a shameful hiss.
To save all fish of his descent
From equal, cruel fate!
The gnashing, grinding
Pulling, ripping teeth of wretched hate!
He’ll swim the torrid fiery currents
Of the hellish burning deeps,
To be reborn in crystal waters
Made pure in bounds and leaps!
Then no evil will stand before
His wrath and righteous fin
And all the world be washed anew
And all shall be his kin.
All shall not come to naught,
When Melkor shall raise his head,
For swallowed up shall he be
Like a kipper in the sea.
Oh! Come my lord of raging river!
Come my King of Sundering Sea!
In you I place my love and trust--
My Mighty Juicy Sweet!
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Date: 2004-01-22 05:04 am (UTC)Wretched Infidel!
Date: 2004-01-22 03:50 pm (UTC)Love,
Calliope