***************** After the Demons Came **************

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After the Demons Came

I used to come to this place before the demons came.
It was quiet and I would sit in the shade of the yellow blossom trees watching
ships go up and down the river.
The locals seem to regard the great pits that the demons are delving into the earth
as some sort of future tourist attraction.
People, they say, will come by the hundreds to admire the sulphurous flames
burning in the fiery strata revealed to the eyes of men for the first time in millions of years.
They do not seem to mind the thick yellow fumes hanging in the air or the harsh
guttural cries of the satanic workmen labouring with their picks and machinery.




I do not believe they can even see the thousands of slaves that are being used in
48hour shifts or how the corpses are disposed of quite openly
in kilns and quicklime and acid.

Oh Shenandoah, Oh Shenandoah, Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh Shenandoah!

Hello there,

Who am I? Well my name is Dodie, I am a Mistress of the Web.... No not a Spider, they have eight legs. I, on the other hand, or should that be foot, have two.
Actually I spend many a long hour sitting at my computer, writing stories and poems, making playlists and anything else that comes to mind at the time. This tale however, although mostly true is a bit on the sad side, so I will give you a few moments to get your hanky or tissues.

It happened a few weeks ago to my good friend, well she wasn’t an especially close friend, but we did share quite a few good times together.
Her name? I don’t think you will have heard of her but within the “Crazy Writer’s Society” she was known as Sherry Merry.
This had nothing to do with her drinking Sherry or even with being merry, for more often than not she was tearing the male populous to pieces, from Prime Minister down to Mr. Jones. Ty Bach Tut, that lived next door to her, poor man.
Talking about tut-tuting, I am digressing already so to cover a long friendship into a few paragraphs, I will begin.

Ms Shenandoah Meredith Evans, for this was her full title, was the only offspring of an Irish Mother and a South Walian Father, two characters themselves. Her Mother Colorado Liffy Evans, gave, her daughter, the name Shenandoah. Why, I hear you ask? It seemed that even though she was full blooded Irish, Colorado had always wanted to go to The United States, to become American, It never happened, she called herself Colorado and then she moved to Wales, just as the war was ending, in the hope of catching a Yank to take her back to America. Of course she never met her Yank, instead she moved up to North Wales and met Gwynfor Meredith Evans, and the rest is obvious, a year or so later along came Shenandoah.

Shenandoah was not happy with her name, she never had been, Guaranteed, whenever she was introduced. . she was always met with . . . . “Ah Shenandoah, as in the river I presume,” which eventually gave our Sherry a phobia of water and especially bridges.
Getting her to cross a bridge, sober or awake while walking was practically, no definitely impossible and so it was a vehicle across or the long walk round.
Which reminds me of the time we went on holiday with a few mates, unfortunately we left it up to one of the guys to do the booking and it was going to be "The Most Wonderful Surprise, Girls."
Oh it was. I'll never forget the look on her face when we landed at the Marco Polo Airport, dear Peter had only booked us ten luxurious days in the Antony Hotel in Venice of all places, it truly was a disaster, and I doubt whether the poor guy ever walked without a limp again.
But that was another story, some other time maybe.

Like myself, Sherry Merry being born in 1944, was a child of the 60’s, We actually met in Rhyl of all places, though I must say it was a lot cleaner and more fun than today. I was working on the Dodgem Cars, in the Kiosk taking the money off the lads, and Sherry was going out with a very strange creature called Steve. I did find out later when we met up again that she was only going out with him because he had a scooter, a Vesper I think she said it was.
We met a few times, she got a job selling rock along by Twigdons and I went into tattooing down by the Marine Lake.
Her parents it seems still lived in North Wales, but had moved up market a little and had bought a house in Llandudno. Boarding place, not sure if they're there any more mind. We drifted apart then for a while only briefly seeing each other at the Cavern in Liverpool, or was it the Lecarno in Manchester, it's not important. Anyway that was the last we saw of each other until two years ago, when she moved to Ponty.

Come on who is going to sing this with me. The Thrush's Song

THE THRUSH'S SONG

I

Come and kiss me! Come and kiss me!
Do it! Do it!
See to it! See to it!
Nor rue it - rue it!

Such a pretty Dick!
Pretty Dick! Pretty Dick!
Pretty! Pretty! Pretty!
Be quick! Be quick!

Churl! Churl! Churl! Churl!
Tschurl!!! - not to do it!
Poor - y Dick! Poor - y Dick!
D0 - oo -- it!

II

Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!
Do it! Do it!
Sweet! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!
You're through it - through it!

Pretty! Pretty! Pretty!
Be quick! Be quick!
Such a pretty Dick!
Pretty Dick! Pretty Dick!

Luck! Luck! Luck! Luck!
Luck that you do it!
Sweet! Sweet! Sweet of you!
Sweet it is to do it!