A Funky-as Soiree...a few octopus butlers and a promise of a night to rival any fancy-hoo-har that you can come up with...

You received the invitation in your teapot correct?

Though if you haven't found it yet,

it may very well be in the cookie jar...

as we all know

that the things we covet the most are in the most coveted of places,

and you do know, don't you?

 

That this...is a call.

A call to attend, a most marvellous event...

on this eve of nights numbering 365,

We want you right now....

we want you in your best,

and please do not hesitate...

to invest your best intentions and fun,

and heartfelt best guest.

 

The location is one of splendid descent...

and will guarantee a night for all.

Hosted by the dear Sinister Meeting Room...

and you know how it angst's them for a friend to refuse the call,

so best to come...

and enjoy the lights...

a festival it is,

for our local night sprites.

 

 



 

If you accept our call you shall arrive by boat...

and please don't mind,

the giant mice who float...

around to greet you,

and do not offend them...

oh no, I beg of you,

for they are as sharp as cut glass...

and their eyes can see for miles times two,

But really it doesn't matter...

which way you arrive,

For either way is beautiful...

and most certainly a ride,

You can drift in via the tattered wings...

we left with our note,

a simple case of pressing them to your back...

and casting all mishap thoughts aside should ensure,

a most lovely flight...

Though of course you will notice,

the way we have decked them with lights...

it is for your enjoyment and relief,

to burn out the night...

Then perhaps you will use the old methods,

of travelling through the labyrinth...

tossing the rice and spinning around thrice,

You should roughly meet up with your most excellent of guides...

For only he can lead you through the maze,

to our heart of hearts...

a curious fellow he is,

you might recall him...

as short as a long blade of grass,

and wearing green as though it were made for him...

But either here or either there you shall arrive,

at the city of Dwarka...

a magnificent place,

 

Simply follow then the Christmas beetles,

and fireflies and lanterns...

held by the ghosts,

of our long-dead friends...

ah yes you may ask,

what does this mean...

why do I see the faces of those closest to me,

who are gone?

Well dear, dear friend...

we happened to think,

that it really was quite unfair...

to leave the dead in their beds,

So we performed a little incantation...

a slight widening of the world and room,

and invited our dear departed friends...

to join in the merrymaking too,

Don't be alarmed...

for they will lead you to the cities' heart,

and there you will find...

a palace of white stone,

Inside you will come across staircases and halls...

grand as the grand canyon is tall,

Chandeliers made from polished glass...

and that feast you always read about in stories,

but have never before touched...

But I do not drink,

you say to each other...

my virtue my virtue!

My valour, my valour!

I implore you dear noble one,

to glance out the window!

See there,

in the pale trees...

three birds do feast on an abundance of berries,

 

So what...?

you do say,

and we smile at you...

because the fact of the matter,

 is that those foul are more drunk than you...

Laugh if you will,

but listen true...

if nature commits it,

seeks out tonics that cause a merrifying in one...

then it is wise to listen and join in the fun,

So go ahead please...

and drink from the fountain,

only the very best for you...

in these last golden hours,

Dine off the berries...

piled high on engraved plates,

and take as much rose champagne as you can hold...

We have as many delicacies ,

as there are worlds and lands under the sun...

and not one tongue shall go wanting,

Notice the butlers!

A merry old bunch...

of dear enchanted octopus,

the colour of ink...

they sway around on their chaos of legs,

offering up canapes and itsy bitsy treats...

despite the fact,

that they seem pretty drunk themselves...

do not make fun,

and please...

no octopus jokes,

 

 

just eat...

In this place you shall not gain weight,

as it is a night of forgetting...

later perhaps we shall all dance,

then further on still see the moon with new eyes...

If you like we can prance upon the hills,

and set up bonfires under the galaxies...

roast marshmallows,

be traditional children in adult bodies...

play cops and robbers,

Swim in the waves...

eat cheese from the moon,

and romp with the palace greyhounds...

who know a thing or two,

And once you have partaken...

as much of it all as you can,

we have one final gift for you...

From the night that lasts forever,

in the city named Dwarka...

we give to you a fabled sunrise,

in the place where time stops forever...

before thy life move forward,

 

 

A creature will carry you...

born of the light,

but reminiscent of the shadows...

its' arms encompasses all,

and it shall take you in...

bare you upon,

wind-currents of light...

until you find yourself sitting,

on a beach of pale sand...

and wavering colours,

and flight...

flight shall be who you are and were and can be,

You shall see a new sun...

Dawn upon your world,

and as the night-dust droops your eyes...

the creature will sweep down,

You shall wake the following morning...

in real space and time,

with no more than a night lost to perhaps just dream time...

You shall wonder and doubt,

fear that it was figment...

until you see the note,

with your name inscribed...

 

'A decent good night, and many more to follow...all you need for this, is the heart within you...

you have greatness inside of you, and goodness too, if you ever wish to play again,

I certainly hope and believe...that you know what to do.

The key is the belief.'

 

 

  Hey darlings,

    I won't talk for very long, as I have already taken up so much of this post with my above enticement...:] Oh I do soo hope. I have only had some marvellous new years...one in the blanket-like-aromatic air of Bali, sharing a Baileys with my Dad and watching from our balcony the fireworks. The other was last year...in which I was still living on my island. We had an open-air (and bar) beach party, with fireworks right there on the jetty across from us, and music and disco and food...:] hmm, was wondrous...but I shall have more wonderful ones I know.

   For now I implore you to have a wonderful time, and I do wish that I could really invite all of you to the city of Dwarka for tonight, as I know it would have been a blast...
   At the moment though...I only wish I could be spending this new years with a certain special somebody...who I know is listening. ;]

  Much Love and happy 2013!

  Miss CLScarlett xx

  P.S. I finally got the review back for my book and it has so excited me :] yup, yup...I have also decided that based on it I will start re-writing it myself but also get a full book critique. Which means that it would be a line-by-line edit pretty much, as I seem to need all the help I can get with it with how busy my life is. But very, very happy with the review. :]