The Ballads of The Skeleton Crew

The Ballad of the Origin (4|3)

(№4.3)

So, once upon these times, there nestled deep into the gorge of the mightiest sweet river prominent - the Nile - a tiny and fine village, yet to these epochs considered even a metropole, effervescing with vitality and life at the borders of these grandest stream in the entire world, where people lived happily their limited forever, contriving art and skill, honed with fervour and certitude to be the very best of their time, cultivating decorum and science, consigning their existence with that blissfully warm gut-feeling of knowing with certainty to have created something that would survive thousands and thousands of years and wars, mutiny and suffering of their children, in favour of their rites and personality, that would speak for them when they could not, having become the concrete ashes and dust and sand, the very bases of the hostile desert all around attempting to gulp them down, if it wasn't for the oasis they have claimed, the river that would flow in masses still long after their end. They were their work, their fabricated objects, their art that was destined to grow to be the very future, rendering them immortal at last, ever cemented in memory.

Another girl of another timeline, being born long, long ago, before the stars were even given their legitimate names by folk that still lived the life of barbarians. A girl, who would cause the world to drop to its knees, checked in horrific suspense. But how a famous English king in the uncertain genuine future would come yet to say; It started with a lass and it's only fitting to have it ending with a lass. Wise words, tailored universally for many more occasions.

She wasn't unloved, nor condemned, shunned or abandoned in woe, no, no, nuance and affection were moreover interesting if experienced and still transcending to condescension, troubling factors to maximise the pain in the end.

She once possessed a caring, decently-providing family, a good life at the hugest river and nothing else to complain about.

The girl was quite a lovely and adorable persona, so her family named her affectionately after the name of a white spiriting flower that seemed to flower and flourish indeed anywhere seen in the mud-caked basins of the flux to guarantee an erudite dwelling, yet was so pretty, rich in scent and colour jointly, no one mustered courage to rid off the tares threatening to overcome the ecosystem and worshipped them instead.

Just like this girl. Fatality proven in retrospect to be borne the erring of an overflowing nurture and pouring affinity.

Her nose aquiline in form and gesture, her hair fiery, an angered red, specked with strands of copper, the framing curls shining golden in the noon sun and blazing scorchingly like an untamed wildfire at dusk and dawn, beseeching eyes a staid grey, blotted with sprinkles of yellow, she grew in time to fill out the form of a stunning beauty, skin tanned in the short autumn and bronze in summer, smooth and immaculate.

Her family was everything to her, occupying her heart in many aspects, incorruptible and everlasting, as it would be for many Egyptians, not only as decreed by religion, but also by the belief in blood, reaching from the broad, tangled branches of her father's side bred and purely living at the current for many generations and her mother's family carving right back from the far, far European, very distant shore, unfathomable to her sometimes, how a whole different world could be found right across the Mediterranean Sea she had not seen but once upon a long time ago.

As her mother and father deemed her worthy and sturdy for the working's needed in the community, she was pledged even at very young age to perform the labour of a patcher contributing furthermore to nourish her family and steadfast her place amidst.

The afternoons she'd spent in the golden rays of her hometown, singing and cleansing clothes in the many tributaries of the Nile, bleeding blue against the parasol that consisted of the bleak, colourless, beige scenery of a broken wasteland around.