Another Story To Tell

On an isle far away of Wants and Desires

Stood an old Crone and the tribe crier...

"Come hither you young ones and mothers, too

and learn Amazon history and all that 'to do'"!

So they all came, small weapons-small hands

and seated themselves--'twas quite a large band.

Mothers and young, weapons and toys

Eyes bright with wonder, to the old Crone's great joy.

The old Crone's eyes sparkled their green,

The Tribe was the loveliest collection she'd seen.

She spun her tale how once long ago

A warrior named Xena put on quite a show.

How her companion had risked her own life

Saving a princess and was granted caste's right.

"I was there, I saw it with my own eyes."

Her eye's sparkle grew brighter to no one's surprise.

She told how the tribe chose to do greater good

and spun her tale, as only the Crone could.

The children the mothers were intrigued by the glory

But not getting the "why" for telling the story.

All the while as the story she re-lived and re-told

Hung round her waist the crystal power "Unfold".

'twas the power that made possible for all to see

the events she related...to see history.

When suddenly her eyes narrowed and the vision grew faint

'Til it vanished completely greatly alarming the old saint.

My crystal she cried, my power to tell

was dimmed, gone out! "Oh, Sound the Alarm Bell"!

Without the crystal our history will fade,

Vanishing all that we've done, all that we made!

Quick! alert the queen of this terrible crime

Before all our history is lost for all time!

The mothers and children held each other tight

It was going to be a most frightening night.

Without our traditions and stories for guides

We'll lose our places, quick, to the huts, hide.

Alone they all felt, adrift, easy marks,

Like ships without rudders, alone in the dark.

nothing to rely upon, to feel a part of

alone, not a tribe, not a feeling of love.

They never quite "got it" before that night...

How important their traditions to their amazon might.

The Crone gave this lesson, with the help of the Queen,

who kept "Unfold's" power, for one night, unseen.

"Unfold's" power restored with the new sun's light bending

and the Quest awoke with a new understanding

With love and tradition they’d be mightier longer.

How links with the past make our "todays" so much stronger

They grew close to each other, and told with great care

The stories and legends and traditions they shared.

So the Crone's lesson was learned, oh, so well

and the Quest had yet "Another Story To Tell".