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Traffic Dryads.. by ~EvilUnicorn:iconEvilUnicorn:



The modern trees
Their feet rooted into the electrical earth below
No longer growing
..bound to a pole
For their lives draw forth the energy from the static fields
Serving man, serving Order
A thankless task
waiting.. waiting for the time for their duty to end
..when a drunk drives into her
a silent screech
.. and her lights dim
darkness...
The mourning of for the driver.. not for she who have served..
forgotten..
A pile of twisted metal
©2008-2009 ~EvilUnicorn
:iconevilunicorn:

Author's Comments

From conversation, it was inspired.

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:iconcaptainzammo:
Deep thought here Evil U! Guess the first question is, once the tree's been cut down to make the pole, wouldn't that kill the dryad. Are there dryads tied to metal poles (like traffic poles?)

It's an interesting poem though, in a pantheistic way. One has to wonder not about the stately lady serving Order, but what of the gremlin propelling the drunkard through the city, and the havoc they may have committed prior to this atrocity? And for this, shouldn't Artemis smite Dionysus for allowing the drunk to destroy?

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Si post fata venit gloria non propero
:iconevilunicorn:
In modern times, even dryads evolve.. sometimes in unusual ways.
As for Artemis/Dionysus - death is part of the cycle of life.. and besides, everyone drinks (even Her).. ok, She doesn't get drunk like Dionysus, but that's a different matter.
:iconlonelysatyr:
Brilliant.

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"All art is erotic." -Gustav Klimt
:iconevilunicorn:
Glad you liked it - not everyday I get inspired on the prose side.
:iconzerry:
Oh wow is that genius... a wonderful (if somewhat sad) concept beautifully applied... sort of reminds me of an excerpt from the d20 Urban Arcana that states that some dryads end up becoming attached to indoor atriums in malls and other buildings...

Over all a great piece of poetry

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What my father figured out was if you can't get out, you just either blow something up, or you eat something, or you just throw penguins in the air.

—Brian Henson
:iconevilunicorn:
Thanks - never played the Urban versions of D&D.. but I do like application of mythology to unusual scenarios.

I don't often write myself, but sometimes inspiration just strikes.
:iconkajm:
Oh! Very good. Took me a moment to clue in: Dryad. Well done!

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"they made your kind, though I suspect they would say that God made your kindred, they only amplified what was already there."
Techno, Book 3 (anthro): [link]
:icondiscarn8:
May you find rest, o rooted metal
May you find peace, o rusted tree
May you find sleep, o hollow solid

Your time is done, your task complete

Be ye at rest, o keeper of powers
Be ye at peace, o reformed one
Be ye asleep, your task complete.

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Apophysis! UltraFractal! Yes - I FRACTAL!! Rhymes! Yes - I commit Poesy!!
:iconlunastar44:
Fantastic work. You have many talents.

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Blessed Be, Luna

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