The Fairies Of Emmets Harbor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
All looks well and joyful in this gorgeous town but reasons why are oblivious to some.

Submitted: November 27, 2016

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Running along the arm of the wooden harbor, the sign tells "Emmets harbor this way" the children of the town skip towards their shacks of Emmets harbor, running up home on the shallow hill, the town men and women sleep too fast in their coated beds dreaming of there childern's disappearing, into the everlasting sea. The small muddy feet of the children's splash and dash through the wet puddles soaking the window of the all nighter's, "Emmets tavern." The smell of pigs modeling and horses rotting comes to the nostrils of the town folk. Running along the sky of the wooden hubbub a cloud filled with thunder comes.
The town at night divided itself in to two but were united by one. The western half locked away in sleep, haunted by dreams they can have; and eastern side lit up like a strip, confetti and banners decorated the town and at the tip of the town, sitting on fresh cut grass was the stone hence labeled 'Emmets Tavern'. The tavern cheered joys of the parents as their hard cold jugs of fine mead clonked around. They danced and they pranced with laughable happiness as they were free from their rotten kids who have done nothing but deprive them from goals they wanted to achieve. Scurrying outside the tavern were the pestering bandit children. Sharing one of their fathers stolen pipes, sharing sinister laughs whilst throwing stones at the farmers horses. But the storm came quick and they scattered back to their dens.
The fairies were sinking into the dirty cups of the drinkers who drink them down, unaware the fairies were capturing them from the inside, guiding their drunk bodies around the cobble stone town, like headless chickens, running around the farms on the countryside, the eyes of the isolated men, that live in their head, see the fairies scatter on the roof of the drinkers, gliding in the stormy nights, flashing their lights across the sky, the smell of modeling pigs and rotten horses still stained the air.
The blind walk home, drunk as fairies; allowing the fairies to trail them home like it was drink from the mead; allowing the fairies to light up the path to their wooden backed shacks but the intelligent stood still like Robin Hood just drew a feather to his quill. Seeing the fairies fly around like they're in control. But it was still just a theory in their head, and the liquor was strong and it lead their drunken heads to bed.
Everyone's asleep in the dark town, humbly whistling as they snore in their beds, but a yellow light still shines in the small room of Emmets tavern, Emmet still works fixing and mixing the fairies of his mind, beer for the good and bad, he had all the tools in his wooden room to own a small persons life. "Brew brew will get me far no matter who they are" Emmet sings till his lungs fall, he laughs with joy fixing and modeling his potions and beer " the fairies ale is great for these people" he knows to think everyday and night, he makes the fairies to drink, while the workers of the town work to drink Emmets charm of no good beverages.
But 'Fairies Ale' is for the weak minded, those who can not deal with reality. But Fossfores day is finally coming to an end and the moon shines full and the werewolf's howl joys of harmony; as tomorrow is that day, Mainsday the first and the 'Emmet Angelica' casts in its new batch of tourists tomorrow at Emmets harbor; roughly about 12 o'clock.
The face of the ship comes with the waves and the rubbish from human waste that reaches the shore, its all a bore when your not in emmets town, there's a clown and a golden crown for you to have, when you reach the shore of Emmets harbor! Is it good or bad? You will have to decide, so go on ride the joy of Emmets town of fairies which make you mad with love for the little bugger's, you drink.
The new tourists arrive with such a smile, and Emmet greets them kindly knowing they'll be here for a while. The new comers are gratefully kind, like it's some surprise party, while they walk around the west-wing of town with the still, stood around them smartly. As they are surrounded by the parade right opposite the renegades, they're greeted by the local heroes barber, welcome to Emmets Harbor.


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