More Afternoon Reading for You – My Fantasy Story Part 12

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago. 

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂 
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

Part Twelve

Augustus Caraffi slept badly. He could feel that events were speeding to some kind of climax. He could sense it in every fibre of his being. What concerned him was that he couldn’t tell if this climax was going to be a blessing or a catastrophe. He suspected that an unseen hand was at work trying to force events. That Wizard they had encountered, whom was he serving? Who was he trying to kill? The old Wizard being on the road at the right moment to catch them was no coincidence. Not many Wizards had the knowledge or skill to cast a death spell. He had spent some years extensively studying the practices of Wizards and Witches but even knowing their ways, he could not see how they figured into the equation.

On top of this worry he had received some troubling news from Argor. The Notorious Purple Mages had come to Argor posing as some kind of Embassy.

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Glorious not Notorious – a poem.

People seem to seek fame more

Than they ever truly did before.

The Kardashians, example one,

Lacking any talent, none,

Embrace infamy instead

Becoming something we all dread.

Lacking skills so glorious

They prefer being notorious.

A sex tape carefully divulged

A sordid love affair indulged.

I hope one day they’re relegated

To the cess pool they instigated.

Forgotten like they deserve,

We’ll remember instead the brave who serve,

And those who really entertain

Or leave a legacy humane.

The great and good, the loving kind.

Who die but leave great works behind.

For those we should truly weep

And the notorious we’ll bury deep.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/June/2018