A Tale of Dick & Jane & 444

By Frater Marax

The following is a true story, but some of the names of some of the characters have been altered, so as to protect their anonymity.

 See Dick. See Dick run. See Dick run from 333 legions of the Evil Tyrant-King Choronzon who has ordered him put to death for the bastard-child he has begotton on the King’s daughter Jane. See Spot. See Spot following hard on Dick’s heels.

"What a Fool I am," cries Dick.

"Arp!" Agrees spot.

See Dick. See Dick seek sanctuary (444) within his home city of Damascus (444).

See Dick’s father, the Ruling-Lord of Damascus, beat Dick with a big stick. "You Fool," he screams, red in the face. "Now, the King marches on us to decimate my city and annihilate all who dwell herein!"

See Dick . See Dick spit. "A Fool I may be, Father, but at least I am not a sissy little mamma’s-boy whiner. If you would save your city, you need only make me your General. I will see that Justice is served and Balance restored to all the land, if I must win the Crown to do it."

(Scales of Justice; Balance 148; Aspiration to Divinity (seeking the crown): 3; the Soul; 148 ( 3 = 444)

And in this way is Dick made General of the armies of Damascus.

Now see Dick. See Dick again. See Dick seeking guidance from Ra-Hoor-Khu (444). See Dick smoke a lot of Opium and fall into a swoon in which he has a vision of a mighty fortress and himself at the head of an army equipped with the finest steel blades.

And so, through himself, does Dick raise a great fortress from the walled city of Damascus.

To the North of Damascus lay unpassable Mountains.

To the West did Dick display his fleets in the great sea.

To the South lay vast deserts, hot and unmerciful.

And to the East we, of course, see Dick lead his mighty army, wielding the finest Damascus steel.

(Dick, the Fool 111; Tetrgrammaton, the four elements, four quarters = 4; 111 ( 4 =444, thereby bringing us back to the Sanctuary.)

And so in the dawning of the new day, we see the morning light shone upon two vast armies, and between them, two great men approach each other, to meet in single combat. See Dick. See Choronzon. See the total lack of affection between the two. And so sings the bards of the ensuing battle.

The Battle of Dick & Choronzon

See Dick rise to his full height,
See Dick thrust with all his might,
See the Tyrant-King strike back,
Head to head, see them attack.

For all the Day, and all the Night,
Dick does not give up the fight,
A whirlwind of flesh and sweat,
The King knows that his match he’s met.

See the Evil King Despair,
And try to part Dick’s curly hair,
With his great Bastard-Sword, so named,
For the child that Dick has given Jane.

See Dick block the mighty swing,
See, all hope desert the King,
His sword lies shattered on the ground,
He looks at Dick and makes no sound.

Dick, ecstatic, knows he’s won,
One last great stroke, the job is done,
And so Dick comes to be crowned King,
And far and wide the people sing,
But Dick cares not for what they say,
He knows he too must fall someday.

(111 + 333 = 444; the Fool overcoming evil back to Sanctuary)

See Dick. See Dick claim the Crown and assume his place as a fair and just, if somewhat misunderstood, leader of men. See Jane. See Jane spit on Dick and shun him for all time for destroying her Daddy Dearest.

And what about loyal old Spot you ask. Well, you didn’t see, but he met a sudden and untimely demise in the China-Town district of Damascus.

ThE End