Prologue: The Duck and the Black Swan
If you were to tell me a story about the Raven and the Swan,
I'd simply have to tell you,
You know it all wrong.
What happy ending is there for a beast?
The innocent heart should find love at the least?
What battle they had, do you say?
They found themselves a princess! A glorious day!
A black feathered lover!
A Prince all in white!
A promise of love, with all of their might,
Together at last, after the Fight!
But a little small Swan,
With a Quack and a Cluck,
Had given it all, and had little Luck,
But when a Knight in Armor,
Sees a Lady in pain,
The Crow and the Swan's Story,
Is not yet slain.
Drosselmeyer had returned in his chair.
A small little doll beside him and stared. What more was there to add ?
For leaving the story alone, was a promise he could not bare,
What more could be prepared?
And yet the Knight wondered,
As he wrote words in his book,
And if they'd ever take life,
Like his old ones once took,
Two Years had passed,
And Duck was still a duck.
He read his words,
And yet no luck. His powers had left, with the town all a norm.
He went to the water,
And saw the little duck who he'd said he'd care,
Her hope to be human was bleak,
But still there.
And when a crowd formed in the towns square.
They left together,
To see what this group had bared.
Inside the circle was a dancing of two,
A girl in red,
A boy in blue,
A girl's locks of a raven black,
The others of white,
Like a swan's back.
They stopped as they finished,
A boy they did seek,
The knight who they sought,
Wondered how this could be?
The two joined the knight,
The Prince and Princess,
To speak of a happiness, but also a distress.
Their kingdom had found,
An evil at their doors.
A long black feather,
With a magic aura of the dark,
A possible warning for what was to be embarked?
Not of a raven, not of a crow,
Of a taller bird,
Of what? Who's to know?
But they wondered if the magic,
Awakened a story alive,
For what could the story maker,
Have in store this time?
As the Duck left the room,
Clearly distraught.
She wished she could help.
But she knew she could not.
They said they would return back,
Since the bridge to this world could open,
But should a darkness grow,
They might require a token.
They would need their knight,
The Prince hoped that,
Princess Tutu even might,
Return with her powers,
As were unlike the rest,
Still grateful for her doing,
But they felt it hopeless.
They parted with a sigh,
The knight all a wonder,
Should a dark feather fall on their town's doors,
What secrets did it blunder?
What kind of story,
Was to be put to the test?
On this Golden Crown town,
Which had only just begun to rest.