The Three Englishmen and the Voodoo Priestess
There comes a time when legends need to fall from the trees, leaves like whispers, and wash over the cold hard ground below. Brings new life to the fertile soil of the earth. This story is the tale of the three Englishmen. The boys who came calling to an old voodoo priestess, many, many moons ago. They were a cacklin' like some hens when they found her, deep in the woody marsh, on such a starry night.
They were all singers, and lovers of love, these three, in love with the bottle, their lovers, each other, and the one they call “me”. None of them gave their names, as they spilled their bottles too, but the voodoo priestess didn't need to hear them, she knows more than all do.
The first one was David, who wished for everlasting glamor. And thus, the voodoo priestess granted him looks for all of life.
The second went by Mick, and he wished to rock and roll until he died. And so the voodoo priestess granted him the ability to be a front man until he was cold and shriveled.
Finally, the third. Yes the third is the key. The third we'll call Freddie, who on this occasion chose to not wish at all.
It seems it was the voodoo priestess herself who had spent her own wish in order to meet him.
“That figures darling. Happens all the time. I don't need your power though. I'm Freddie Fucking Mercury. And no matter what happens, I'm going to live forever!”
I am that voodoo priestess. And live forever, he did.
This is an intersecting story with i_love_freddie ! I swear we're not the same person.
http://i-love-freddie.livejournal.com/418266.html