Canto Twelve ~ The storm is in its last hours as Gundhag races to the battlefield.

All the region is aware of the tumult caused by the boy and his ill contrived adventure. Few, if any, might understand. Legionnaires scattered about the countryside huddle fearfully in campsites. Their original purpose was to collect resource materiel left behind in combat. Some of them now await more than the storm’s end.

A terrified cry emanating from the monster has brought the witch quickly and without customary store of tools mystical or otherwise.

The King Of Hearts
sits 'round the table.
Shuffling, cutting and dealing
he lights another.

The Jack of All Spades
too drunk to play,
oggles the women
as he lifts his shot glass

Ace of Clubs
rolls his eyes.
Come on losers
we're playing cards
not the grab ass game.

Emerging from her corner booth
she eyes them all.
Hips swaying, breasts bouncing
six inch heels tapping on the floor.

There used to me
there used to be her
others would concur
we'd always be together, travelling the town
dream one day to travel 'round
unravelling the rubble of our trouble love
from the first day fitting like my leather gloves
now it's winter and I don't have her
now it's winter and she don't have me
the days pass, some fruit, some glumly
she gotta pay her debts, elementary
while I push back regrets to try and fly from this tree
what we share in common? Life's a mystery

Rembranches reaching through
Heavenly hollows in the clouds
Tranquilly shaping unguided thoughts
of gardens in vasettes
deeply set in delerium

we wasted false idols
bathing in the turn basins
a summer sky flamed
voltile

crawling through weeds
the summer shone
in your rich irises
the night burned
in the bright pupil mystery

the dead apostles we scrawled
on our mounts
war horses
scratched

like us
enriched with scars
believers of the great pain

hardly any readers
this site is going slow,
so many lie low
many don't know
where else to go

so in the embers
of a dying fire
we all want to search a glow
perhaps that was a
glow worm
no show…

GARTERS RED
SILKEN
ONCE CARESSED
LAY LIMP
FROST COVERED

WHITE SKIN PEARLS
LANGOUR
VISIONLESS

WOUNDS BREATH
A VAPOR

SIPHONED

GALLOWS STEP
HOODED LIFE
STRETCHES THE ROPE TAUGHT
SEALED

ISLANDS

Somewhere in space and time
I lost a life that was mine.
all things seem strange to me
suddenly
I don't fit any longer
in a world
of cozy corners.

My days are understated
and the silence sinks deep
into isolation

I feel the edge of glass
cutting words
indifference
cold and sharp
rip and tear
into my heart.