The Comet Tale

An electric keyboard plays in the black a da-dum-dun-ding melody; and the melody fluctuates in pitch every now and then. A comet with a tail of hot-pink trails over the sky weaving through clusters of stars: the stars Orias and Jaboonja, and Canelly, and Canook, Cappersay, Afindy, and Long Star. The comet draws it and its never-fading tail toward the horizon; and from a hill faraway a dragon of black-and-purple scales-and-plates watches: the dragon lying on his belly with his wings a-fold. Illuminating his scales-and-plates is the tail glowing brightly above; so each is coloured a feverish tinge. He shows no signs of fever but for of excitement: a wild shimmer, a whirl in his eyes. It is a windless night. For a human, it may yet be chilly. For this dragon, there is a fire within: a fire of the heart blazing brightly as any bonfire might. He hops on to the da-dum-dun-ding melody:

Sings,

When the sun is near me,
I yawn. I yawn!
When night is upon me,
I'm strong. I'm strong!

Tailed you little comet,
Fall on. Fall on!
May our nighten tale
tell on, and be long!

Tell it till a bird is waken,
When the busy bee is buzzing
whence a world unknown is taken:
Tamborlane.

You won't see to me so soon:
Not till the turn of sun to moon.
But crash you little comet till then:
Tamborlane!

Tamborlane. Oh ah ah.
Tamborlane. Ah oh ah.

Tamborlane! Ma na na.
Tamborlane! Na ma na.

Tamborlane. Oh ah ah. (Won't you come to see me soon?)
Tamborlane. Ah oh ah. (Steal the sky next afternoon...)

Tamborlane! Ma na na. (Better yet, long last a tune...)
Tamborlane! Na ma na. (Never let unwax the moon...)

And he hums the tune for some time afterward. By then, only a streak of hot-pink remains in the sky and falls behind the mountains black. Sini hums "ma na na" and "na ma na" at a slowing pace till the tune has ceased entirely. Occasional chords and words of lyric ring in his head: but the silence of the windless night has returned. He sighs. He picks up a warm glass of milk and sips from it. Seemingly full of energy as he may be, bags of black sag beneath his eyes; and his eyes flicker; and then sleep overcomes him. The electric keyboardist has turned in for tonight. Both him and the comet have crashed.