Fairy-Tale-Fantasy

There was a palpable feeling of excitement in the air as the mid-morning sun shined over Blackport.  A cool, crisp wind blew in from the south, bringing with it the salty smell of the Sea of Stones.   Colorful banners of a dozen different petty nobles and merchant houses fluttered from the high towers, and scores more hung from every building.   The entire city was caught up in a festive mood, for the Baron had declared a free market day.  Merchants from all corners of Pangea cluttered the streets, hawking their wares to passerby, selling everything from fine silks to meat pies.  City dwellers mingled with farmers and country folk as children

Little darling be careful as you stir the pot, Come now dearie don’t be so eerie, Splashing water on yourself that you know is hot, Be gentle sweetheart and grab the green spice, Mix it carefully with the red ice, While I throw in the black devil’s dice, Watch it all broil and bubble, As we toil and trouble, Oh, look there! I just saw our son’s face! Grab the purple frog’s feet posthaste, Drop them into the cauldron, While I give the dark stew a light spin, Prepare the meat and make it replete, With the purple pixy dust that fosters trust, So that our son must obey us, Soon after his spirit animates, His body’s