The Owls Tale

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This is a short story, written purposely as a "narrative poem". I wrote this not long ago inspired by watching Harry Potter *no judgement please, I love Harry Potter*.

I felt like doing a narrative poem because It was something I've never done and wanted to try it out. I studied literature in school and I like writing.

In case for those not sure, rhyming isn't necessary, [I do have a bit but not a lot] for this type of writing, but it is in metered verse. There are no rules for this.
It does have a lot of symbolism as it is still a form of poetry *obviously* but I personified a lot of words for e.g 'Monster' 'Doe' or 'Owl' and used a capital letter to give the word human attributions. So Monster could be interpreted as anything to anyone reading this [to me I interpreted it as natural disasters like volcano eruptions and tsunamis because that is pretty scary]. The owl of course is an Owl but is symbolised as wisdom and familiarity, As well as other words I put in there such as the creatures like fairies, goblins and Centaurs etc they represent community.

This is my first time posting any type of story, I'm not the best at writing so don't expect this to be mind blowing perfect. So I could have a few mistakes I haven't picked up on but I'm always game to improve my writing. Enjoy.

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The Owls Tale

It began with a long succulent tremble through the vines and leaves. With in a dark realm, a small stream seen. Enchanting green surrounded, by and by, youthful and gleaming, of Doe eyes shining purity, curiosity. By the largest branch, the Owl unfolds a tale. Concerning Centaurs, Fairies, Goblins and all else... the young Owls listened. Wisdom hooted how the forest was saved, by a star that gave Centaurs a way to fight, helped Fairies trap fools with might and Goblins craft gold to make evil lose their minds.

Unicorns became untraceable, mermaids grew silent, wood nymphs created a disguise and many fled "Beware the Monsters arrived". The young Owls trembled by the frightening demise, as this was from a terrible time. Where they burned everything an inch to the ground, used seas to make everything drown, storms turn to a battleground.

Moss, flowers, fish were dependent yet forgiving. The birds would sing morning till night, rabbits burrowed deep and out of sight, Deer's roamed watching the nymphs dance alight. All in the forest were friends – even with quarrels the creatures always made amends.

A witch with large horns crowned of balance had an idea, with no magic... the powerful witch spoke to the creatures to muster courage and "conjure a curse". She gave hope to them all, as they came up with clever spells to rattle the Monsters downfall. The fairies muttered how their magic could be used to trap the Monsters with pettiness; riddles could make them confused, paranoid, foolish. The centaurs decided that if the monsters were nearby, the witch would give them strength to overcome spite. The Goblins wanted to use gold to cast dark glamour's so the monsters lose their minds. All these ideas began to form and the witch waved her hands in the air and sent black smoke to the sky. No longer were the creatures scared as the witch now gave them strength to survive.

The little Owls were reassured that monsters were tricked with the curse. Overtime, growing into a myth. All were safe, time grew and life thrived. New beings that walked on two legs how the witch did, came eventually. They thought of the world as though magic never existed. Centaurs, fairies, Goblins and more became a myth too as they no longer could be seen. "That is what time has brought" the Owl murmured to the little ones. "They seek to find magic, how can it if there is no belief?" The Owl brings the little ones tucked underneath its wings and whispers as they fall asleep "It changes four times a year – from a leaf, to a twig, raindrop, Geranium, whatever it may be, magic never ended, the ability to understand it did". Light peaked through the trees, tired and weary, the Owl sleeps, with its two treasures nestled peacefully.

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