Albert the Librarian and Eva

The Adventures of Albert the Librarian - Part 3

Inspired by true events

In the dark he stood there frozen

He was the one, he was the chosen

Whatever happened now he would defend himself

Another matter was more interesting, that he could tell

What was wrong with her - difficult to say

Century old chills they made their way

Through his heart, and belly, where they would stay

A tightly wired machine ready to explode away 

Looking at the shape in front of him

Mutually exclusive feelings brewing in

Discerning was in vain

He knew he didn't want to be in pain

The matter soon was dropped dead

He focused on the silhouette ahead

“Hallo! I’m Eva. Don’t be scared!”

She thought her name she had to share

A proper icebreaker badly needed

She felt protective, but no longer could she shield him

She felt so sorry for this poor man

She watched him for a while now, he had no idea when

She wished they never had to meet this way

She hoped that he would like her one day

Unbearable vibration kept on going

Teeth chattering, head felt exploding

His brain and mouth were intersected

By the sight of her, he was affected

She grabbed him by the arm

He hoped she wouldn't do him any harm

He was guided into an unknown direction

Soon he realised that he needed no protection

“This way, that way” she spoke so softly

His heavy breathing made her stop abruptly

“A break? - No problem” uttered Eva

Despite the web of danger somebody was weaving

The world’s become a dreadful place

Dangerous and treacherous, and hard to face

Helping was the thing to do, a strange devotion

That would surely bring about distortion

A certain death was what it was

It was her decision, she threw herself under the horse

And here she was - the only companion

To the one who’s making the decisions of the millennium

She too was lost - had no idea

Had read the legends, hoped they weren't real

But who’s to say, who’s to believe

The sayings of a grandma, who looked more like a thief

Poor, broke, of hunger so out of shape

A prophet counterfeit

Not many people tended ear

To someone in a shabby clothing, weird

They would just all of them ignore

Point a finger at her - “crazy whore!”

For years, centuries - they’ve been forbidden,

Forgotten, in a dusty basement somewhere hidden

Yet she found them, read them, yes

It was time for them to be addressed

The knowledge has become her core

It was now stronger, more so than before

The scripts were true, she wouldn’t doubt it

How would she tell the others all about it?

Albert obviously was “awaken”

But he was doubting too, well, now he was too shaken

At least he didn't much resist

She hated if she had to much insist

They had a common goal indeed

He was so easy here to lead

She didn't want his trust to abuse

She was afraid he was confused

“We can stop now, just a little”

She said. lips moving, non-existent

There was a clear space, and galaxies! between her ears

Inexplicabilities too many - the only normal thing was fear!

Albert softening, but still a little numb

In his throat resided the huge lump

He swallowed many times to make it go away

A feeling all too well-known, it’s all the same. 

Now he could see the truth and if there were any woods

He would have run for them, he would

But there were none around

Just concrete, cracking up, and shaky ground

He took a deep breath as so instructed

Was he a guinea pig in an experiment being conducted?

Men were useless, that was the impression

They would fall apart, under the right amount of pressure

Would he prove her wrong? There was no chance

Experience has been sufficient, no offence. 

Prejudice was something that she hated

But here we go again, it went as she anticipated

“Another one” he tried his best

Unusual affair, definitely, he confessed

Confusion and fear fought for space 

And questions too, so well interlaced!

Strange circumstances strange as well as the encounter

There was no way around her

It was an understandable reaction after all

He was still cooperating, standing tall

Would anyone as him had thus behaved?

Like Roger maybe, Sylvia, would they have stayed?

Or kicked and screamed, and cried like babies?

Would they have cooperated with this scary lady?

One without a face with galaxies! between her ears

They would have run away in tears

He looked at her and took a breath without instruction

The scary thing here was seduction

There was no chance for such a thing

He had never had a fling

Awkwardness was part of his approach

But on the out-worldly matters he was the best coach

As far as he remembered he had to deal

With things that had much less appeal

He knew his ways around indeed

“Just follow your heart and your feet”

As Mama usually said. 

The times when she was not upset

Or angry or depressed

“Life will always put you to the test”

Scolding would be in the next sentence

There was usually no repentance

He was used to it and wondered

Would Eva get into a mood, was she out of order…

Countless fears would be invoked anyways

You didn't need to have galaxies and space

Between your ears, which was instead of face

You had to be of the unpredictable race

He was brave, but it took a toll

He liked to stay at home alone

Which direction was she staring in?

She knew she did not have to fill him in

It was only known to her

Unpredictability was easy to infer

He remembered that grandma once told him

Among the times when she would vehemently scold him

They were copies of each other

Mama claimed that she was different, made you shudder!

Anyways, the people with no face

Once belonged to the human race

But nothing more, that’s all she said

It seemed somehow now as a thread

Something to hold on to, or explore

Were there now more elves than before?

“Who are you” he said with some impatience

She wanted to explain, but hesitated

Maybe not. “I’m Eva” said she, a little bit annoyed

“I got that, thanks. With whom are you employed?”

“What’s with your face?” he also ventured

A question that entailed some danger

The truth was hard to swallow

He struggled here to follow

An “elf” she said, no hesitation

It felt like mockery, an imprecation

Again he asked “What’s with your face?

Are you one of those who lost it in the race?”

Who decided to come back alone

Abandon everything, despite the threat of being thrown

Into the pit - another place so mythical that nobody would mention

A threat without intention

The gravity of this remained unknown

If you were bad enough, or out-worldly, to you it could be shown

“It’s better than the dumpster, yet

The pit, I wouldn’t mind, there would be no regrets

But I decided to come back myself

My help was needed here, it’s what I felt

It was a naturally constructed consequence

By those in power, they decided on the most appropriate sentence

Your grandmother was almost one of them

She followed in my footsteps, she would have been the same

I did convert, I gave my all

They took my soul, they made me crawl

I was supposed to integrate

No matter what I did it was “too late”

I wasn’t good enough, and I was blamed

They looked down on me, called me names

I never even had a proper conversation

With anyone of them, you see I brought about inflation

They saw me as a threat, to them I was insane

I was not allowed to marry any of their men

I was a disgrace, big skinny well-dressed shame

I was too wild, or I was too tame

A few centuries I managed to endure

All I did was seek a better life, a cure

For my inability to fit in anywhere

As a human before that I did not care

I was broke and hopeless

As a human I was jobless

I was broken and abused

I was useless here, so I did choose

To be an elf, and forget about my life in this dimension

But as an elf, I saw no better, there was always tension

As an elf, I was in isolation

On top of boredom, there was terrible degradation

Centuries had passed, no change

My life could here better be arranged

So I ventured back, and here I am!

I may have violated protocol, it’s all the same!

I’m suffering the consequences

If I go back, yes, I will be sentenced

To being thrown into the pit

I am sure there too I would feel unfit

I don’t have long here, it`s my fate

Punishments await me anyways

You see I was a fool once long ago

Being an elf made no difference, no

It doomed me more to isolation

Incredible and painful degradation

Your grandma she was wise

I used to show myself to her in a disguise

Because I was her Great-grand mother

I had to warn her that she should not bother

You see, we are related now

Nobody would have told you anyhow

About a relative who failed, no doubt

So I’ve come to warn you here and now

And help you clean this mess somehow

Be sure it’s not any of your faults

You were unlucky, and so you must be told”

It was getting late and he was tired

Overwhelmed he was uninspired

“For me you’ve come here all this way?”

“Eh, no! It’s for me I’m here today!”

“The reason why I`m here” she went on

To get my face back and my human life alone

I was told that all this helping you involved”

There was more, but he wouldn’t be now told

They continued walking in the night

In silence, although each of them had tried

To start a conversation light

The food for thought was interfering tonight

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