Conversations 4: Morgana 1

Z: I wish to speak to her marvelous beauty
Morgana the Fair.
M: Hello, Zakri.
What brings thee to me?
Z: I wish to know of your list supreme
When we made love as in a dreme
To be faking illusion it didst not seme
Here I kick back a full tyne
And waiting for the return of love o' myne
Or else shouldst truly be
For love grows in me as a mighty oak tree
Such little squirrel
M: Well, young love,
I've beheld your subtle wand'rings
In sephiroth above
And am privy to such pond'rings
When you and I didst mete
In revelrie so swete
I bore off with me thy soughing
To make your spirit in infinite 'mem'brance ever glowyng
As doth it in genuine caring for lyfe
Thus wrought mistletoe staundyng one foote upon
On new moon night with silver scycle knyfe.
Your innocent pleasaunce and trewe love believynge
Is lyke unto the spring ewe a-bleetynge
In the cloudy climes of fair Avalon
Hold'st in me thy pearl.
Z: Told'st me my love that intentions thyne
Shouldst I be wary of as Jude and Pallatine
M: Paper is fragile and deeds be stone
As ferverent as old Arafat's throne
Be. Wrought art champions missiles thrown.
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Z: Greatful I am of wisdom of thine.
What role playest I now with weeping Salicyne?
M: Welcome back dear, I your magick accept.
Your tenderness to my bosom is clept.
Changed thy wish now, I ask-- I presume
A new love thou may best assume
You know why and where secrets were destroyed
They led to complicated feelings to avoid
Luck you hadst a few nights employed
Careful were you to remain adroit.
Though she did ask me about us
I told'st her to give you no doubt
To best her interest was hold taut
Lessons great have ye to she taught.
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Z:Morgana, may I wrest you once more
To continue interrogation pleasant as before?
M: Hello again, Zakri.
I'm beginning to get attached to our repore.
Tis no rude chore. What bothers thee j'amour?
Z: Well, lovelyest of Camelot.
How shall I move about?
I look for work with none about.
Should I leave town and get the hell out?
M: It's cold in your hutch, Brer rabbit, no doubt.
I'd suggest awhile that you stick it out.
I want you to see what happens at home
But leave before returning stalks of brome
So that you can visit Holland with the full tome.
Of ancient knowledge with new paint in poem.
Z: Heh, yer flattery makes me merry and jocound
What sayest thou of success on the old mapmound?
M: As soon as you drop down, start hustlin'
A city like Amsterdam is ever bustlin'
Make a bang you must, no rabbit's rustlin'
Get to know many people and careful who you trust in.
Z: Your wisdom abounds--
Let me ask of a different round.
When due is our pearl resound?
M: In anouther temporal slipstream
Our distant night's love is to redeem
In that land we both visit
A full Sabat circle from then is it.
Z: What formation will it take
Such odd energies we did make
I wonder if human, meatwad, fry or shake?
M; Nay, lol. Our lovechild shall be no Aqua Teen.
Though, not any like child has Earth yet seen.
Half-dragon; you Ryugyu and I Celtic queen.
Z: How was chosen that? Others I could have been.
Say, the vampire Sirchade or the Celtic king.
Would these other features be sticking?
M: Aspects of these that are common to the whole
Shall in this beautiful, strange youth extoll.
Such as Caramon who skyward gazed
Though full reaslized he 'twas pool a-glazed
As will she with curious wonton amazed
Have in her eyes the stars ablazed

Conversations 3: Amergin

Z: Amergin the unequaled bard. May wrest you from your
doings?
A: Hello, Volkey.
Z: I wonder will I convince Cara of my true intent?
A: I have no dowbt. However, you are not protecting her
as you have. She does not need your help and so
to garner her you will give her many thoughtful gifts.
Z: Why callest me by the new name?
A: I wish to enforce your confidence and to speak to the
both of you the same.
Z: Are things looking up for me now?
A: Things are looking up and how!
Z: Shall I make a list or not count the chickens unhatched?
A: Thou shalt find a good hour and count the few pennies
still latched. And be cunning shoulst thou in how 'tis
dispatched.
Z: Shall I look for else than that now apparent?
A: Thou shouldst make thyself ready to be salient.
Z: I've held that destiny will shine to make my beautious
favor mine. Wouldst thou divine?
A: I would and of proper court you shall be appointed.
Z: Of spirit, how will I next be anointed?
A: To be the teacher and the brother and the boyfriend.
Z: Will it be more than either couldst handle?
A: Next to none shall any ever hold a candle.
Your wise choice to be her only
And storm her with proper coventry
Was the best you could have done in valor
And have beren awarded a mate without palor.
Z: Thank you kindly for your opinion
A: Bless you and all your dominion.
Z: And to you, farewell.

Conversations 2: Etain

Z: Etain, hello fairest as the swan
Would you like to speak to me?
E: Hello, I've never met you before.
Where did you find my name?
Z: In a book of Celtic Myth.
E: I see. How can I help you?
Z: I wish to ask your advice for love.
E: I see. Do you have one in mind?
Z: Her name is Cara, she is confused and requires my help.
E: I see. Do you love her?
Z: As I fail my hear grows ever darker.
E: I see. Why do you suppose that is?
Z: I think she finds me unattractive or too old.
E: I see. How old are you?
Z: 26 she is 18.
E: I see. A bit of a stretch, but love forevermore is ageless.
Z: How was it that you came to love Eochy?
E: Oh. Well, he was beautiful and proved his love in new ways
Everyday until we parted by death.
Z: I would like that but my confidence is lacking.
E: Well, don't ever think you'll get it for free.
You must prove yourself to her.
Z: I will bring her flowers and such.
E: Well, more than flowers. You must maker her laugh
and smile. And when she's down you must comfort her.
Z: I always try to keep her happy. I crack jokes when
she's cross and tell her she's beautiful when she smiles.
E: That's so sweet. You must be honest to her though.
Z: I am; her smile is like the Sun to me. A day is not complete without it.
E: I see. You must marry her then if you feel so strong.
But if she is apprehensive as you say you have your work cut out for you.
Z: Do you think it's trus love if it's so difficult?
E: I think that's a question that will answer itself with time.
Will she recognise what you are doing for her as the real love it obviously is
or will she give in to youthful carelessness and seek it with other men.
She may not be ready to settle. She will likely want to sow her oats.
Z: How can I prove to her what I already know from expirience:
that a rich friendship between us is so rare that she may not find better?
E: You cannot. She will have to find out on her own in due time.
Eventually she will want to be loved by you if you remain sweet and caring.
Z: Will you wish me good luck in finding a job?
E: I will bless you to recieve work this Thanksgiving.
Z: Are you still here?
Blessed be.
E: Blessed be Ducky. You shall have her soon I think.

Conversations: Taliesin 1

[Zak draws an imaginary circle with his index to the earth
lights four candles beginning with one set upon the chair
serving as an East altar.]
Z: Taliesin.
T: Hello. I hope you like my old song of love you know.
-- "Once upon a day of reckoning,
-- I sold the world to beckoning. "
-- Hello, Zak. How are you?
Z: Yet again with love unrequite.
T: I see; you should tell me about her.
Z: Blonde and blue; fair and true.
T: I see; beautiful. How shall I give thee help?
Z: I wish to enrapture her,
-- For she loves a spirit I've captured
-- But denies her love to me.
T: I see; quite unusual.
Z: I had her at the brink, but I did not perform on time.
T: I see, now; she given up?
Z: Just friends again.
T: I see; you want more.
-- OK, just keep her near and give her flowers
-- Tell her she's beautiful, your world.
-- And don't ever give up and be ready next time.
Z: Well I need assurance to be brave
-- And wisdom to know when it's time.
T: I see; anytime now,
-- Just be ready and now is best.
Z: I need a job and such.
T: I see; well go for a good lot and settle her down by you.
-- And look deep in her eyes to say, I love you.
-- Go right away, post haste and do not belie her smile.
Z: I should pray for her gentle hand.
T: I think thee wise to ask her hand
-- And fast while she knows your intention is thine own.
-- Your ambition is amourous kinship.
Z: My ambition is desperate embrace!
T: Take thee twenty million flowers
-- And lay them at her feet
-- Never tell her no and always be true.
Z: What if she finds another?
T: Then what will happen to you?
Z: I feel though I may die, as Keats, of a broken heart!
T: Well, then; do not leave her. Treat her as your life.
-- Never give up and protect thy interest forever and ever
-- By taking her hand in thine.
-- And bring her song and wine
-- And roses. Never say die.
-- Always look her straight in the eye.
-- And never let a day be passed
-- When through your lips first and last
-- Twixt has not passed,
-- "I love you with all my heart,"
-- In honest transfixation.
Z: What of her love of old
-- Who treated her as though he owned
-- And left her weekly
-- As she fraught meekly
-- While he betrayed her trust.
-- Though she thinks him the one forever;
-- Though I've conviced her it must be lie.
-- But now I've set her up to think
-- It's a spirit in me I stole from him:
-- The cloak of Mannanan with Volkey
-- (Her love's spirit name) trapped inside!
T: Well, quite a fix you're in old Keats.
-- Methinks you a fool for trying such tricks,
-- But they work by-the-by,
-- Though her true love you might be.
-- To convince her then that it's you and she forever:
-- You must never let her down,
-- Never see her frown,
-- Set upon her head the golden crown
-- Of love beknown,
-- And shout the truth with renown
-- To the whole town.
-- And any else just knock him down
-- With fury and flail
-- Him with fists of mighty gale.
Z: I have no heart for battle thus!
-- Just a wuss
-- With poetic ambition and love in my heart!
T: Well, go ye then to a tavern and cry
-- For to be a man means to try
-- To end the life of anyone who would try
-- To take thy life
-- And thus thy hopeful wife!
Z: Summon me courage then, old friend.
-- Talk to for me to the Four Furies.
T: That is thy own will.
-- It shall not be a sugar pill.
Z: Then I will beat him down and go to jail
-- And forever loose my precious nightingale.
T: Never nas faught a battle right
-- Where summoned courage did not delight
-- The amourous pleasance of such a vexing wight
-- Who wears the crest of midnight upon her breast.
-- Lightning fury thee must divest,
-- Lest ye find her resting upon his chest.
Z: I thank thee old friend for your selfless vestitude.
T: May you be strong in your attitude.
-- Do not fear:
-- Your love will turn to hate if the old one is near.
-- Take care, God and Goddess bless.
-- May ye now find blissful rest.