My son(s) have forgotten me. This is most disappointing.

I shall go and weep into my spandex.

Gold skies over Dol Amroth again
The swan arrives, floats about
Looking graceful and vicious
The only quiet part -- that river
Swimming near silence
Where the swan awaits

Now silver rivers fade
Into gold beginnings
Where the swan awaits

A Story by Adrahil Swanhelm. Aged.... something and two thirds.

Once upon a time there was a swan called... Eugene. Eugene was a very content swan until one day he became encased in jello and DIED.

The End.

THE SWANS!!! SAVE THE SWANS FROM THE JELLO!

::shreds manuscripts::

I need a new muse. I think the last one died. possibly murdered

Hmmm. Any volunteers? It helps if you like spandex.

My muse was cruelly pecked to death by a swan. My grand opus may never be completed.

::scribbles furiously across walls, floors and ceilings::

::coughcough::

Once upon a time there was a great playwright named Adrahil. One day as he was going about his business, he felt the urge to relieve himself. Upon entering the lavatory he discovered a terrible thing.

HE WAS AS ANATOMICALLY INCORRECT AS A KEN DOLL

::rocks backwards and forwards::

O_O

::trauma::

...

::disappears into cupboard::

::reemerges in tights::

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