The Phoenix and the Phaon Legend
The Phoenix and the Phaon Legend
By Wes Anneman
- Prologue -
A ferryman let an anchor away to return to his business, apart from the pilgrims of the island, all of which were busy for their own new town. Among those was a lovely young child who traveled the night sky, despite another having her hand, but not for long. At the edge of the shore, she explored again, finding a sudden explosion of lights different to that of the stars and fire, but similar in nature, yet not in color. In awe, as she had always been being that young she leapt to the others for similar looks, to no avail.
Act I, Scene 1
One day, a man named Phaon entered an island. Old and ugly, he had been seeing to a deathly crone by ferry, to which he became young and beautiful as a sort of pay, with her sudden departure. Of this Greek island, a young woman of aristocratic background, Sappho, rested, spoke with a brush, and had relations to her family. Phaon entered the town, at which Sappho had lived, and entranced all he encountered. Eventually, Phaon dawned himself with a large procession of all kinds, including Sappho.
A ball was held in the island’s square, with all woman and men gay, for the favor was in Phaon’s beauty. Madness overcame the guests who danced like all lovers, but Sappho. Only interested in Phaon, she made several attempts to see to it that she appealed more in the ferryman, to the princesses that had traveled freight under stars and speech. At last, she gave him an heirloom, to which he finally saw her favor.
Act I, Scene 2
Adorned by the fading stars, Sappho had lain with Phaon for her love was as great and young as he was beautiful. Then on, he grew stale of her, rejecting her further advances. Fraught by her loss of Phaon, Sappho took back the heirloom and fled to the Leucidian cliffs, intending to cleanse herself from what she believed to be poison of Phaon’s beauty and her own love. In her folly, she made her odyssey to the cliffs at which a forest laid siege to her path’s end while malevolence strung Phaon to previous and remaining riches.
Act 2, Scene 1
The forest captured the new dawn and reflected the season, sheltering more than the modern, but a mighty creature, unbeknownst to the occurring drama. The creature awakening weakened by the advance of men, but a fool being young. Its feathers unfurled and glistened catching fire glints as the morning star rose and streamed into the cavernous den. Though ignorant of and threatened by man, the creature was also not fully avian, but upon its flight for nourishment the creature transformed into its full guise of a Phoenix.
Catering to the Phoenix, the forest was, but also weeping, for the humans were splinters to its land. It was here that Sappho stumbled, saw, and inspired the mighty creature to do as Sappho had been, but wanting to be. Taken differently by the unknown bird, Sappho follows entertaining herself with this new. Sappho was a cat and the Phoenix a mouse in the mind, until they reached a clearing where a rock stood tall over the den of the Phoenix in which she had returned.
Act 2, Scene 2
Stricken still, but also having the mind of man, Sappho laid a quick and circumspect path to the once covered entrance of the den wherein she witnessed the god-like scene. Ignorant of man and the one that had seen her, the Phoenix fled to revert and rest in its den, that the creature had known a history of comfort and security to which she had desired again, unknowingly to Sappho who subsequently witnessed this.
Even more human, yet like the Phoenix creature, Sappho finally introduced her presence from the shades of the large roots covering the den entrance. Taken from its security once more, the Phoenix creature had no other way to flee, but the Phoenix creature too saw her likeness in Sappho and was also of a mind like man, being ignorant and desiring fulfillment of that she knew but also did not know.
It was then that they danced like they had done upon their discovery in the forest, but different from that time and different from the time Sappho had spent with Phaon, who had finally caught his trek for possession to find this curious display. Sacred being witness by a background of profane, Phaon was like the other towns people that had been his procession; upstaged and under the beauty of the Phoenix creature, and indifferent to Sappho once more.
It was dark with the couple outlasting Phaon, who left in a stupor to retire in the town, he had left as Sappho saw the true receiver of her heirloom, that night into everlasting. That is, the Phoenix creature accepted, until her own impending doom as a result of her very nature and the mysterious weakening of her state, the Phoenix had gained enough from the evening with Sappho to tell. Sappho then remembered the poison of Phaon, and refused to do as she had done out of denial and love, despite this being a different love, again. And so, the creature had the ownership of riches, for Sappho had a need for the Phoenix creature to know of them after the Phoenix creature’s very nature.
Act III, Scene 1
It was like this, into the night where Phaon dreamt of the phoenix creature’s likeness and power, like his own, and he was absolute to the end of the night and into the morning. In the dawn light, he sought the phoenix creature once again and made his way to that den.
Still in his dream while awake, he had forgotten Sappho, even as he gazed upon the phoenix creature in harmonious rest with Sappho. Passing into another stupor he sat the day till he saw the heirloom by Sappho’s hand to the Phoenix creature herself. Remembering his desire, that had now awakened from a sleeping jealousy, he was Hercules under Hera; Phaon became mad once more, now and also for the love that he felt from the two being so different than what he had from Sappho. And so he moved spiting Sappho as he sought the phoenix creature more.
Act III, Scene 2
At midday, Phaon’s procession was blind and so was he, but they marched anyway for the Phoenix creature, he had told them, out for his own gain. Upon this, the forest choked on the men, like splinters in flesh they were! And the Phoenix creature had felt it, as well as her very nature. She urged Sappho to flee from the comings. Sappho, young but not as she was after Phaon’s ball, refused numerous times as they frantically danced in a whirl of a worlds their own. Then, there was Phaon and his arms, a flight of all to the Leucidian cliffs, and upon a reach filled with denial for a lover’s embrace being contained by an avengers rage, a man fired. There was a great flash of everything and then nothing.
- Epilogue -
The day was cold and cloudy for an emergence of light and new creature from ashes. The ashes had seen the love of another reach, only to weep and jump from cliffs shortly after the madness of blind avengers had left. These things, where not seen by the creature in the ashes, but within them there was an heirloom. The heirloom stirred, in the possession of the creature something that it knew. That something looking down on the creature to begin anew.
Vivid Surfing Dream
Nostalgia
Concert Memorability
Almost throughout the entire concert the color guard was scrambling to find the right time to tell the band director that there had been a fuck up. I felt like one of those stressed out backstage assistants. I remember trying to enter the auditorium but an old women stopping my friends and I while we were dressed in our odd costumes! She told us to leave too! It was quite ironic. Then, I found my guard leader crying! I knew that I could not let her senior performance go to such waste; in fact none of us were either.
After the drum line featurette, and the beginning band we two of the guard members found an opening to finally talk to our director before the symphonic band feature. He said that if we fix the problem that we can finally redo the performance. We all gathered out of the theater and marked the music and did a mini run-through. It was perfect, all except our guard leader was still being quite unstable. She got it together as the symphonic band finished. I sat and talked with a friend that no longer goes to my school but much of the band still remembers and admires. I then helped put in glow sticks into our prop candy canes. We thought we might use the green ones from the original performance but, they were expiring there light! I said that we should just use the yellow glow sticks because the canes were tinted dark green and no one would notice even though we had already activated some of them; it worked after testing the purple glow sticks and finding that they barely show.
We finally get to preform again and it was perfect. I didn't miss a count nor a move! Though our routine had no tosses, it was still awesome considering that we only had two days to learn and remember it. There was a major applause and we then helped the band unset. We went back to the band hall and took care of our business and piled into the atrium for refreshments. I got to have wonderful conversations despite so many people claiming me to push them out of the social circles which lead to me saying that I didn't have eyes behind my head to see that I was doing so, which lead to two guys feeling my hair for eyes -_-.
I loved it!!!! I loved talking to my friends new and old! I loved mentioning condems in one of my special ghetto stories! I loved getting unexpectedly (yet kindly) pulled from my shoulders so I wasn't blocking people from the middle of social circles by M.V
!!! I loved telling guys to fix their ridiculous bright red bow ties!!! I loved panicking back stage and on stage because of the fuck up!!! I loved helping!!! I loved all the hardship that I faced!! I loved people congratulating me!!! I loved it all and I would change nothing if I could re live it. It is now a number one in my archive of top ranked Christmas concerts next to last years where in Dasxs sat on me and told me that his fuzzy tux jacket was made out of his pubic hair and that a guy, "so had the hots for you(me)!". I'm glad I also got to take home a box of cookies because I decided to get a sip of punch while the help was packing too
I'm psychologically fat I'm glad I made my guard captain happy too, in the end. We even had a group hug right after performing xD!It's things like this that make me love life, band, and my school. That night, I took care of myself, my bed, and my homework. Afterwards, I escaped to a night of dreams laden with altered versions of what had happened that night and many perversions and events that I had wanted to happen.
Odd Dreams
I think that they really do mirror my anxieties, actually. xD Here are the various scenes of my dreams:
-In a Strap Jacket-
Imagine being held tightly in a strap jacket that can be easily undone, but because you're a forever waning drug that keeps you half sane, you can't make enough sense of the easily undone jacket to undo it.
This probably appeared in my dreams because I already spend many nights half asleep in a twilight of consciousness reminding myself,"I need to do homework.... but I'm too tired.." And I'll end up so tired and conflicted that I'll sleep sitting up.
-Sex-
Last night, and in a lot of other nights, I'll end up in some absurd sex ploy. I don't want to go into details, but last nights dream was full of bdsm.
I crave sex in a lot of ways,no other explanation is needed.
-Higher Powers-
So, the sex ploy faded into a scene were my partner and I needed to get out of a bathroom but my dad was waiting for us behind the door. For some reason, my partner had gotten really loud in the after conversation and to my horror it had lead to my dad waiting for us outside of the bathroom. My partner then becomes Nightcrawler from Xmen but he some how temporarily has the ability to phase through stuff. This ability ends quickly because he gets stuck half way into the bathroom wall and then he has no choice to teleport out. I don't know why he didn't just teleport in the first place. For some reason, I never see him again in the dream. I also have the power to phase through all earthly material, as well as configure my body to things such as steel, glass, sand, dirt, etc. I can also phase through all the things I listed. But my bathroom is wood and plastic, so I can't phase through anything. I then clean up and open the door to find my dad expecting someone else in the bathroom. He gets mad and yells at me and swears that someone else was in there but with no evidence, I escape with my innocence.
This dream was probably linked to my want for a special power; to be special among others. But then, most powers backfire or get you into bad situations, says the logic side of my brain.
-Colorguard-
I had a small section of my dream dedicated to how much my guard instructor ordered the guard and the captain about a bunch of changes to a finished Christmas show. He wanted to change all of the work and the beginning and ending of the songs! And he just kept talking nonstop and expecting us to take lightening fast notes while not repeating himself. In the end, it was very ironic contrast to what he really does and what has been done.
I forgot the rest of my dream,
I hope you enjoyed a little insight to my very own Twilight Zone. xD