GOLDIOLA’S DAUGHTER

The prizely Princessetta lived on a lullaby’s wing where every child’s laughter was crowned and petaled with garlands of the immortal Goldiola.

Sung out lively to the great magical animal, little voices could swoop to life like the multitudes of a very merry buccaneer tethered to the North Star.

Sped from on high, arcing along all cardinal lines of passage, rescue from the ordinary would come as if from an old forgotten friend and at the merest of tiny whistles.

Thus, the prizely Princessetta would sing every night before bed,

…the life for me is the life with thee,

Oh Goldiola prince,

will you come for me…

And every night she dreamed of the prince she wished to marry.

Somewhere in the constellation Betwixtus, on the other side of a very bright star farther even than the window that she imagined she dwelt in dream, there lived a young boy named Caspiar who also liked to sing.

Where the notes he sounded were cavalcades of charging things like dragons, by the way, with his shield of guard went his honour soared way beyond the rooftops of his gentle tongue.

But once he saw quite unaware the little prizely girl, sleeping dreaming so loftily without a care in the world, he heard the words “Oh Goldiola prince…” and he knew that that was he.

He charged in tune and hummed just right and glided to her side, then pulled along by loves young wish he woke her with such sweetest kiss.