Lullaby of the Cockroach
"Lullaby of the Cockroach" (a weird but intriguing Story of Love)
I have to tell you the saddest of all stories, a Sheppard and a Shepherdess, in the year 12,500 BC, by the names of Siuqllial, and Aavilx, lived in the arch kingdom called, Sitnalta (in its valley region, where they were born), and king Noa, wanted to marry the Shepherdess, Siuqllial, sister to Aavilx, and did marry her. But Axvilx and Siuqllial were of best friends, from birth onward, they climbed the mountains which dominated the valley kingdom together, they even, according to marriage custom, promised oneself to the other. But of course the king, as I have already mentioned, did not know of this, and married her, took her by force out of the valley at the age of eighteen years old. Both the brother and sister, had dark red hair, deep blue eyes, and wore practical garments, for the most part, and she was a stunning beauty, and he was likened to the Greek gods of earth.
When he, the Sheppard boy had learned his sister was taken to the arch kingdom, he gave up his trade as a shepherd, leaving all behind, in the Great Vale of Moiromma, the planet next to Earth’s solar system; gazing at the sky as he ventured through the villages to the wealthiest kingdom on the planet.
Upon his arriving to the fortified kingdom, he would each night take off his sandals, and creep along the stone walls of the kingdom, hoping to see his sister, and lover, a love so deep that each and every minute of the day, was painful minute for him to be separated from her.
But the poet, of the lands of Moiromma, told the Sheppard boy, it was fate, that took his sister way, and he should leave well enough alone, and should he not, a foul necromancy would befall him, and death would be part of the penalty. The other part he would not know until he nurtured his passion more, and took his sister as his wife.
Bitter appeal was all these tidings, and he paid little head to them. And one day, just like that, he marched into the kingdom, like a autumnal sunset, glowing through a window, it was like he was invisible, the seer had said no one would get into his way, for the gods of Moiromma were on his side, but he, the seer was not, he was enmeshed to the king; the whole acropolis where the king and now the Shepherdess Queen, lived, were quiet and still this evening as the young lad found his way through the corridors.
At this point, a sacred mark, and most profound event took place, the great rivers of the valley, the whole of the kingdom stood in a frozen state, now facing his sister, his heard pounded considerable, and tears fell down his cheeks like tunnels full of subterranean water. They were like two major branches of a tree, they folded their arms, entwisted them about one another, the king, like a vulture, slept a hard sleep in the room next to his wife’s.
A supreme joy and delight had fell upon her heart seeing her brother; and for him, it was a labor of love that brought him to her; exaltation of the senses took place. And he grabbed her arm, and they both ran through the kingdom’s corridors to freedom.
The following day they got married, and a dark-gray pearl like atmosphere fell over them, stained you might say, yet they had an inexorable affection for one another—still.
And now great is the pity I must tell you, alas, he died, choked on an animal bone. And she was alone, overall, sad but not alone for long, for the king found her, and she played dumb, and said her brother had come to rescue her, thinking you, had forced me to marry you. The king asked in so many words (whom was most strangely in love with her), ‘Have I been a monster to you, will you not come back to my kingdom willingly?” And she did.
The following day, she heard a voice on the floor, a squeaky voice, it was her brother, he had been resurrected as a cockroach, of all things (I can’t bear to tell you the end of this story, but I shall). The king came in, saw his queen looking amazed at the floor, and he saw that there was a cockroach on it, arising to the occasion, he quickly got over to her side stomped on the cockroach, and she fainted falling backwards on her bed, and thus, came the Lullaby of the Cockroach, by the wandering ministers of Moiromma.
“Lullaby of he Cockroach,” Written (10:53 PM) 2-5-2008, at home in Lima, Peru
I have to tell you the saddest of all stories, a Sheppard and a Shepherdess, in the year 12,500 BC, by the names of Siuqllial, and Aavilx, lived in the arch kingdom called, Sitnalta (in its valley region, where they were born), and king Noa, wanted to marry the Shepherdess, Siuqllial, sister to Aavilx, and did marry her. But Axvilx and Siuqllial were of best friends, from birth onward, they climbed the mountains which dominated the valley kingdom together, they even, according to marriage custom, promised oneself to the other. But of course the king, as I have already mentioned, did not know of this, and married her, took her by force out of the valley at the age of eighteen years old. Both the brother and sister, had dark red hair, deep blue eyes, and wore practical garments, for the most part, and she was a stunning beauty, and he was likened to the Greek gods of earth.
When he, the Sheppard boy had learned his sister was taken to the arch kingdom, he gave up his trade as a shepherd, leaving all behind, in the Great Vale of Moiromma, the planet next to Earth’s solar system; gazing at the sky as he ventured through the villages to the wealthiest kingdom on the planet.
Upon his arriving to the fortified kingdom, he would each night take off his sandals, and creep along the stone walls of the kingdom, hoping to see his sister, and lover, a love so deep that each and every minute of the day, was painful minute for him to be separated from her.
But the poet, of the lands of Moiromma, told the Sheppard boy, it was fate, that took his sister way, and he should leave well enough alone, and should he not, a foul necromancy would befall him, and death would be part of the penalty. The other part he would not know until he nurtured his passion more, and took his sister as his wife.
Bitter appeal was all these tidings, and he paid little head to them. And one day, just like that, he marched into the kingdom, like a autumnal sunset, glowing through a window, it was like he was invisible, the seer had said no one would get into his way, for the gods of Moiromma were on his side, but he, the seer was not, he was enmeshed to the king; the whole acropolis where the king and now the Shepherdess Queen, lived, were quiet and still this evening as the young lad found his way through the corridors.
At this point, a sacred mark, and most profound event took place, the great rivers of the valley, the whole of the kingdom stood in a frozen state, now facing his sister, his heard pounded considerable, and tears fell down his cheeks like tunnels full of subterranean water. They were like two major branches of a tree, they folded their arms, entwisted them about one another, the king, like a vulture, slept a hard sleep in the room next to his wife’s.
A supreme joy and delight had fell upon her heart seeing her brother; and for him, it was a labor of love that brought him to her; exaltation of the senses took place. And he grabbed her arm, and they both ran through the kingdom’s corridors to freedom.
The following day they got married, and a dark-gray pearl like atmosphere fell over them, stained you might say, yet they had an inexorable affection for one another—still.
And now great is the pity I must tell you, alas, he died, choked on an animal bone. And she was alone, overall, sad but not alone for long, for the king found her, and she played dumb, and said her brother had come to rescue her, thinking you, had forced me to marry you. The king asked in so many words (whom was most strangely in love with her), ‘Have I been a monster to you, will you not come back to my kingdom willingly?” And she did.
The following day, she heard a voice on the floor, a squeaky voice, it was her brother, he had been resurrected as a cockroach, of all things (I can’t bear to tell you the end of this story, but I shall). The king came in, saw his queen looking amazed at the floor, and he saw that there was a cockroach on it, arising to the occasion, he quickly got over to her side stomped on the cockroach, and she fainted falling backwards on her bed, and thus, came the Lullaby of the Cockroach, by the wandering ministers of Moiromma.
“Lullaby of he Cockroach,” Written (10:53 PM) 2-5-2008, at home in Lima, Peru
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