The Banishedman and the Ancients of Fate

The End

Chap 1

Rumor says
back
at the known
ending
there was
what
is known
as
a fresh
start
that
the Salmon Monks
of
the hidden cowls
called
my friends
a passage
of
many
running
streams

eyes
squeezed closed
the
Bald Headed Priest
threw
the bundle
of
bouncing
gurgling
white Light
down
into
the wells mind
of
dark and silent
un
for
giv
ing
sight and hearing

the
Wells Mind
where
the
devoted
Bald Headed Priests
BogeyGod
dreamed
the
damned
babies
light
should
be
secretly
drowned

in
his guilt
the
Bald Headed Priests
memory
of the
light
falling
through his arms
grew
more
volatile
in
his dreams
visions

“why”
he sobbed
“do the foul
tentacles
of light
not
slither
back
with my bottle
of guilt
into
the
deepest of deepest
cracks
of my
scorched
souls
black
heart

to cower

and

whimper”

a
Narcissistic
BogeyGod
who
forever did
rule
from a
forged
clay throne
came to the
well mind
and
cried gusts
of
laughter
into its
unknown
unexplored
depths
creating
briefly
a
tornado
with an
all
seeing
crystal clear
telescopic
eye

within
the
unknown
if we
explore
my friends
we find
a
grey cowl
Salmon Monk
guru
sitting
in the wells
lost
bucket
watching
through the
tornado’s
times
varicose streams
within
the storms
bulging eye
and
tho
all
his brethren
in
their grand
order
over the slow
passage
of time
fatally
died
it is
written
by their
quills
after been dipped
in living
blood
oaths
and
bound
to parchment
through
their
conductive’s
scrawled
bloody words
that
twenty five
eon’s
later
the
First Bald Priest
shall
be judged
and
resurrected
by
their
essence
life eating
breathing
bottom
dwelling
SalmonGod

it was the
night
of the
eon’s

third full moon
that
my friends
the
Bald Headed Priest
heard
the dream barrier
crack
then
shatter
into
light musical Pieces
Of
lunatical laughter
as he walked
within
his deamscape
nude
and
fetal trapped
by
the salty
sweaty walls
of his
BogeyGods
keep
so he
angrily
woke his
sleeping Wrath
to
explain

“My sheep’s BogeyGod
has gone
quite
insane

so
this night
i
task
you
by death
set
their souls
free

lead
their souls
out
of this
Victimized
Nation

lead
their souls
in refrain
to
the promised land
where
grave mounds
bloom
celebrating
their
soiled
victories ”

then
While
heart thumping
his
rusty
iron cross
clad chest
with his
Articulate
Gauntlet
he
unleashed
a
shrill scream

The
scream fell
immobile
as
his orifice
stared
blankly
into a
picture
of the
orbs
long
golden
tentacles
dragging
darkness west
by
the
beasts
stomach
spilled
shadowy entrails
as
under
the bronze sky’s
Apocalyptic
scene
an island
paradise
was
sinking
into
the essence

the
Bald Priests
shaking hand
tentatively
reached
out and
touched
the orbs
blistering
white gold
lead
based paint
r
e
i
g
n
i
t
i
n
g
his shill
sizzling
High pitched
scream

His
gaze snapped
away From
the
Great alchemists
painting
adorning
one
salt brick
sweaty wall
to
see on
the keeps
opposite
sweating wall
bending
down
to retrieve
his
blessed
jeweled
Sword
Faith

why
it was
his
Righteous Shadow
Wrath

then
before
His dry eyes
hauntingly
climbing
the
stairway
his
shadow
ascended
with lustful
intent
This
did caused
the
Bald Headed Priest
to
consider in doubt
the whole
concept
of
waning good
verses
waxing evil
over
Himself
that
he had
put
into motion
this very
eon’s dark
“what
is this
cursed
Wrath freed

is this
rebellion
of
my nature
my
soul beast
so to speak
or
is this
cursed Wrath
what
my BogeyGod
wrought
of me
before
he created
naught
of me

has
madness
cast
out this
shadow beast
from
my
darkness
Am
i free
to explore
my
Wraths
will
is will
more persuasive
than
Fate

i
can hear
My shadow
screaming
at his birth
my
flesh feels
My shadow
growing
from my
marrow
deep within
my
succumbing bones

the
dying’s warm
composting
ash
is snowing
in
Hels Utopia
hail
death i hear
the
slaves shovel
over their
shoulder
For entrance
into my
BogeyGods
mercy

listen
to their
incoherent
screams

laughable

but
as his
Sole prophet
I Can
understand
Their
Attempts
To commune
With
my BogeyGod
using
His
Manic
Language

See lord
I taught them
Well
to save
you
with their
favor

You
see them
as they fall
obediently
Down
into
their very own
gushing
baptismal
bloody stream
howling
a primal
Submission
fueled by a
Feeling
Of
terror

ABSOLUTE

at seeing
eternities
finite
yawn

Lips
severed
by
the kiss
of my
Faith
fly out to
shower
kisses at
my
bare feet

I
Tried to
Stop
my Wrath
Oh my
BogeyGod
oh my
i
felt
their adoration
But
You saw
When I cast
The
Hanging
Lanterns Down
The light
oh
the light
Fueled
The flames
Which
cloned my
shadow
into
an evil army
of
terror

then
The flames
contorted
them
into
strange foreign
erotic art shapes
of
Martyr
Sacrificed
Bestiality
Then
You saw
My Shadows
discard
their victims
torn
Scorched
Half eaten
flame chewed
torsos
to follow
The
Dying
lying
Light
into the cracks

They
Left their
Offering
desecrated
at My
Bare
feet

no no no
THIS
carnage
Cannot
be mine

So
why i ask
myself
do
I flee
the scene
stage left
like a villain
carrying
off
the scene
On
the lam
From my
BogeyGods
Dogmatically
Braille
playhouse
script

From
Under
The stone floor
I feel
my Wraths pull
Dragging
me to the
light
Through the
Passageways
Door
to the other
Side

I
Enter
So
ashamed
In tow
of my Wrath
Why
Why
Why
am I
Carrying
This bloody
Faith
like a torch
for my
BogeyGod

My
BogeyGod
What our eyes
Have seen
in the after
math

we’ll add up

the price
Caused
by
following my
Wrath
into the task
of

quartering
of slaves
with my Faith
in their
sleeping quarters

i
know
no
amount of
prayer
for this happiness
shall ever
atone
for
i
Can see
Their gloom
dancing
Out from their
stupid
dulling
eyes
leaving their
remorse
flailing behind

no more
shall
words of praise
slip
of their licking
tongues
No
more shall
Naive fools
force
Choking
sinful lies
Down
The throats
Of their
gagging
young

for
those dispatched
from
this morbid
Vile bile
act
i envy them
their
broken eggs

For
they will
no more crave
fine cuisine
nor lust
after
their fears
while Enjoying
their countless
flightless
Souls
sorrows
Buried deep
Under their
BogeyGods
miserly
built altars
Where
Bald Headed Priest
count coin
In their
BogeyGods
collecting
frat houses

Oh
BogeyGod
No
More will
my soul
Pay
for your
pathetic
Airs ”

the Priest
like
a zombie
on
a chewed leash
followed his
dog eared
Wrath
down a narrow
Hall
It’s walls
splattered
in
A reeking
Salmon Pinkish
Flesh
slime

As
he went
Blundering
down
the lit hallway
hollow bells
began to
Toll
loudly
but whom
was
to pay the
ropeable
Hunchback
For
His fare
Dire
Warning

The
Bald Headed Priest
entered
the keeps kitchen
where
A
Stooped crone
Stood over
a steaming
cauldron

Her
Shawl draped
Over her
Humped
deformity

the
Priest looked
into the
Crone’s
cauldron
and saw a
Lake
Of pale
green Essence
boiling
the flesh of

Fish

Decapitated

Heads

then
he looked
into
the Crone’s eyes
and saw
they were
Deadly
opaque
the
Bald Headed Priest
grip
on his Faith
slipped
away
clattering
to the
stone cold
floor

Then
without
warning
the Crone grabbed
the
Bald Headed Priest
by his
grey beard
plunging him
into
the boiling
cauldron
till
his blood
encrusted
sore feet
Did
Under
The boiling
Surface
disappear

delightful visions
Of
Rainbows
swam
before
his burning eyes
been
cleansed
By his
lands boiling
essences
moon bathed
ocean

Still
Further down
he sunk
Till
On the cauldrons
bottom
Of
encrusted sand
he
lay prone
looking
awkwardly
up
At a
Forgotten
golden
fish faced Goddess
who
wore a
triangular
fishbone hook
woven
crown

with
a bone
golden gildered
trident
The
fish Goddess
guarded
what
appeared
to be a
white golden
star seed
That
illuminated
inside a
cocoon
woven
from a
Thoth trees
root

Coming from
the stars
pod
he thought
he could hear
A lamenting tunes
beat
Being
Concealed
Within the
Cocoons
translucent
Skin

In
His next
sunken
Drowning
breath
from the
cauldron
the
Crone’s
talons
plucked him
like
a stunned
spawning fish
hooked
From
Life’s flow
the Crone raised
his
melting body
up
out
of the
Simmering
essence broth
for a
kiss
against
his wills
wish
His
Sealed lips
Were parted
by the Crone’s
razor
tongue
which licked
morsels
of his
over
poached lips
from
her dry
infected
Lumpy warty lips

“Ahhhh

YUMMY SCUMMY
my
faithless
Bald Headed Priest
whose
mortal fate
it is to
ERR
in dull
Redundant
SLUUURS

did
i not
command
your
Truly blessed
by me
ilk
that drink
milk
That not one
i said
unum
golden
Titty bitty drop
Of a
Soulless
spark
From the
Ancient Fire
should live
to
Burn me

long
versed in
suffering
your ilk’s
curdled
past choices
failing me
i shall

NO

more feign
forgiveness ”

the
BogeyGods
Crone
deformed
form
Then raised an
extremely
disturbingly
grotesquely
LARGE
bloodied
meat cleaver

and
My friends
Simply cleaved
off
the bald Headed Priests
refractory
head

the
Body

Sep a rat ed

slipping
under the
Essences
foaming broth
turning
the
surface
rusty red

from
the severed neck
as
well as
on the Crone’s
disturbingly
large Held
cleaver
drips of blood
Clung
like icicles
from
Pyre trees
in a deep
Southern winters glade
to
the bored
puzzlement
of
the non surprised
executioner
who
had till
Then never
seen such a bizarre
or
Strangely
miracle
thing to occur now.

“how
I’m out of
seasons
this
event
Reasons ”

he mused
as he morphed
from
Fairly
Hideous
Crone
back to
BogeyGod
form

released
from the Crone’s
anchoring
talons
the
Priests head
Proceeded
To chase his
sinking body
That
Had
so Recently
departed from this
world

His
Head
did descend
till his
skull
and flesh boiled
freed
bones
formed
a
pile of
Cleansed
highly
Combustible bones
To cremate
The
Bald Headed Priests
hollow
Soul
Settled
at the
web feet
of the golden
fish
Headed Goddess
awaiting
for
his fates
solemn
prophesied
judgment

down
in the
murky depths
illuminated
by the
Star
Glowing
within the
Thoth trees root
spun
cocoon
a
grin spread
Across
the
Golden Goddess’s
triangular scaled
Fish face
as
if she’d
just found
profound harmony
or some
Ancients of Fates
lost loot

the
Salmon Monks
Golden God
sat
Down
Upon
the sand
encrusted bottom
to
reassemble
the
sunken treasure
into a
New
skeleton
whose bones
She
Cleaned
and Spat polished
with
turned blue
Pyre tree leaves
That
time had
transmuted
to
Stone

With
drops of
freshly squeezed
pinkish milk
from
her breast
them
polished bones
were
glued
together

the Goddess
scooped up
Her
sticky
pink caviar
applying
the mashed roe
to give her
appropriated
skeleton
flesh

the Goddess
picked
from her face
the most
luscious
golden
Scales to give
the
molded Flesh
an
armored skin

With
Her
resurrecting breath
she
gave
The newly
remade being
a
Great fire
Within
His belly

Chap 2

the
Great mage
Botree
rode Wind
His Pegasus
through
the
South’s chill
drizzling rain
To
Find the
Drakonman
that
frighten
villagers
claimed
Walked in Flames
through the
Veins
Pyre trees
Great Forrest

Down
below Botree
the
Veins waters
thundered
Out
Of the
rocky gorge
enraged
into the
Ids
Valley
Where the flames
devoured
the towering
Pyre tree Forest
While
dancing free
of the
blacksmiths forge

The
Great mage
orator
Botree
silently cursed
his mad
BogeyGod
From
under
his warm breath
for His
BogeyGod’s
Omni
Present lights
gullibility

really
a
Tone deaf
traveling
minstrel
sings a short
Ditty
about
a golden man
radiating with
the powers
of
the orbs light
then
all of
a sudden
your
mad and Paranoid
BogeyGod
is wide
Eyed
shouting
Deranged words

Shouting
with such alMighty
force
one
might think
he was awakening
a
new age

“Mage
go forth

capture me
this
Drakonman
who is
usurping me
in fear
amongst
my
worshipers

Fail
Me
wizard
And I’ll eat
Your bloody
gizzard
before
The next eon’s light
Does
dawneth ”

The
great mage
Botree spat
his
latest congealing
blasphemous feelings
For
His BogeyGod
Out into
the miserable
rain
which fell
Into the
burning inferno
turning
to steam

where
he
Planned to
set the Pegasus
down
Botree
didn’t know
he
searched low
till he
spotted
a
Burnt clearing
beside
the river
Vein

just
as Fate
Would have it

it began to snow

dis
mounting
he lead Wind
into
the warmth of
the
Inflamed trees
For
cover
under
Their
Roaring
primeval forest
Canopy

then
muted
Surprised sounds
escaped
what
his eyes did
dis
cover
from his
amazed
orators mouth

For
before
the Mage Botree
on
a flaming stump
throne
sat
his mad
BogeyGods
Flaming Drakonman
With
A sword
forged purely
out of belly fire
Gripped
In his
Righteous hand

Botree
felt the dead
weight
of his
Thoth staff
Knowledge
ridding on his back
calling
to
him

with his fear
rising
Botree
with
practiced
staffslinging speed
reached
for his
Ancient Thoth tree
fire
blessed staff
Knowledge

arrrrrgh

too
Too late
the demon slammed
the
Mage Botree

The
Force sent
Botree Flying
Head over heals
backwards
out into
the
Fire swept
snow blanketed
Open ground

the
impact
expelled
his
breath causing
Botrees
hand
to loose
Its fearsomely tight
strangle hold
On
the Thoth trees
Protective
Knowledge
Which Fell
then bounced
end
over
end
Awkwardly
Just Out Of
Botrees
twiggy limb
reach

Now
My friends
Botree
was filled
with a
paralyzing
venomous fear
that without Knowledge
Coursed
through
his frozen
body
which
with reality
slowly
dispelled
as
Drakon didn’t move
Out
From the
Flaming trees
autumn pastel
colored
protection

No
My friends
Instead of
Pursuing
The stunned
paused
snow angel
Botree
Out
Into
balmy clearing
Drakon
Stood calming
the
Mage’s
terrified
Pegasus Wind
hobbled under
The
flaming
Canopy
with
something
infallible
BogeyGods
said
demons
lacked in spades

Some affection

allow
BogeyGod
was sort of
right
Drakon
lacked a spade
in his
glade

Out
In the
Bitter cold
Botree
got slowly
Up
To stand
On his own
Unsteady feet
And
sway to
the crackling
and the clapping
Rhythm
of the dancing
freed flames
As
If he
Were under
The hypnotic
blaze
Of
Drakons
burning
gaze

once
he had
found his feet
he went
to retrieve
His
Lost
Branch of
knowledge

but
an inner
fatherly voice
cautioned

“No
Botree
leave it be

ahhh

good
to see
you have some
common sense
Botree
the Great Mage
Orator
Of
spellbinding
words

most
days
it is
a beings
often
overlooked
Best
defense
especially
when
Knowledge
is lacking ”

From out of
the burning Forest
A
Flaming
Fur coated
Coyote
trotted
as
The strange
Chatting
beast
entered the
clearing
The
Flaming
Coyote persona
dispersed
morphing
transmuting
into
a tall
Dark And pale
Narrow
faced
lunatic grinning
man
who
offered
his Hairy
Red hand
to Botree
while
Botree
Prayed and hoped
Coyotes hand
Was
a symbol
of
Times peace

Chap 3

On
The nose
Of
a large
lion shaped rock
Botree
stood
with his
Knowledge
held
loosely in
the
crook of
his limb
while standing
next
to him
casually
Overlooking
the burnt toast
landscape
that
had once
been a beautiful
And
tranquil
Pyre tree
filled Valley
of a
Bogeygod’s
age
was his
newly found
Flaming companion
Drakon

stumps
of tree
clumps
stood smoking
others
lay deformed
In
The ash
smoldering
Long
After the flames
that
had ripped
away
their strong
Ancient Timber
limbs
rode off
on Winds back
leaving
their victims
charred
corpses
behind

As
darkness
collapsed
over the land
They
Began
Their journey
To met
Botrees
BogeyGod
That
Botree
Served against
His will
due to Fate

The
Darkness
Botree
did reason well
would
not slow them
down

how
could it
he had a
flaming torch
walking
Right
beside
him
to light
Their pilgrimage
path
by the
milestones
they’d hang round
their
necks
metaphorically
speaking

They
walked with
a mundane
stride while
circumnavigating
a
world of silent
thought
while following
along the
rocky
River bank
Of
the flowing
river Vein
as
if the
Veins Essence
itself
were leading
Them
To the
Heart of the matter
Or
At least
This Darkness
without a moon
to
Botrees
BogeyGod

BogeyGod
stood watching
Impatiently
their
Slow lit
Approach
through
his pin
Hole sized
opaque eyes
attached
to his
Trolls face

BogeyGod
In
puffed up
Troll form
Stood
in the middle
of
A stone
bridge

nah
I’m not
kidding

that spanned
the
River Vein
Ending their
Journey
just before
the new
eon’s
light

Botree
went down
on
one knotted
knee
bowing his Head
Drakon
stood still
oblivious to
who
the Troll
Was
that blocked
The
long road
he still foresaw
ahead

The fat
Troll waddled
Down
The road
chewing
pulling
on a leg
of roasted goat
To greet them
Smiling
from mouse chewed ear
to
mouse chewed ear

Ignoring
Botree
the Troll rolled
His
Opaque
Eyes Over
The prize
Botree had Brought
Before
Him
as an
offering

standing
in front of
Drakon
The Troll hocked
green phlegm
into
his big hands
before
slicking
back
the hairy flames
smothering
them to
a dull
golden glow.

Botree
felt
for the first
time
that long Fated night
The icy air
Wrapping
round
him for
a cloak

The
BogeyGod
Moved round
to Sculpt
Drakons glowing
back

As BogeyGods
Divine
hands
Manipulated
Drakons body shape
now
and then
Drakons
hackles would
flare
Up
In
Protest
At been Trolled
petted
and sculpted
when
this happened
BogeyGods
troll hand
Would simply
bitch
Slap him
down
With phlegm
cooling his
cheeks
Molten
rosy red
scaly
Surface

In
Time
BogeyGods
Trolling
evolved
Drakons body
to have
Two wings
Adorning
His
magnificent
Sculpted
Golden scale
form

ill
Humor
Moved Botree
sullenly away
into
the darkness
as
if as
the last scale
ember of Drakon
died
On his
Body
so too
did the
glow of hope
that was
Promised
by the sly
Smug
grinning
Coyote
That
Drakon would not yield
To
Botrees
BogeyGod
and
through
Drakon
one could
find
salvation from
BogeyGods
tyranny

For
Rumor said
That
the fates said
That
Drakon
Would rebel
Against
BogeyGod nature
And
Destroy
Him
in fire
Yet Botree
had jealously
seen
with his own
green eyes
For
Himself
Coyotes
silver lined Words
proved
belief in
another’s doctrine
Wrong
For
Drakons
Fire
did yield
To BogeyGods
Will

Rage
filled
the normally
placid
mage orator

Words
flew
from his
twisted
mouth
Spittle
flew piecing
The
Darkness
As frozen
icicle
sticks

Botree
fell
to His
Knotty worn
shaking knees
he
Slipped an
axe out
from
The twine noose
that hung
a yarn
round
His
Trunks girth
with his
Curling
Long twiggy fingers
Round
The helve
Trembling
Botree
rested his
supple Frightened
limb
on Knowledge
then
with no God
to council
him

NOooo

Botree
brought
the raised axe
down
hard
to split his
Left
wrist
open

Botree
raised his
Sap gushing
Wound
to his lips
and
drank
down his
amber
flowing
sap
with pieces
of his
broken
Betrayed
heart

Soon
Botree
was bent
over
choking Out
his
words
as he Mixed
in
Blood
Sacrificed clots
To
create
his Rages

The
pent up
red Rages
No longer stifled
tried to
Release
From their
gagged
burden of silence
into
the darkness
their roars
that
I confess
would
my friends
escape
any
monsters
lips
in a horror
story
written by
yours
truly

the
Rages roars
were caught
by Wind
and
dragged
into
the clouds
where Wind
unleashed
their pent up roars
those roars
shook
the ceiling
of the world
And the
Heavenly bound
clouds
rained
down
the
icicle sticks
that
pointed more
like
raining spears
that
Botree had
spat
into the dark
To
impale
The Troll
who now sheltered
as if
He
Were
As Cutely
innocent
as
a new hatched
chick
Hidden
protectively
beneath
Drakons
splendid
golden
Extended
Drooping
wings.

Red
Rages
broke from the
covering
foliage
charging at the
Trolls
Hiding position

Drakons
fire blade
burst them Apart
Like
water
Filled balloons

hot
Reddish
blackish
essence washed
Melted snow from the
ground
into
the River
as bloody crimson
waterfalls
cascaded
from the rivers stone
bank

More
Rages
Came out from
The blinding darkness
So
Drakon
moved forward
To dispatch
the bad blood
Rages
before they could
even
reach where
the
Troll sat
watching

passively aggressively

while
eating red splattered
ants
trying
Very hard to
escape the battles
blood
deluge.

Botree
struggled on
deeper into the
deepening darkness
crapping
out
an oath
obscenity
mound
that sat
steaming
still
Botree
rose from his
squat
and
stumbled on
his
bloody wrist
held
against
his sealed lips
while
dragging
Behind him
Loosely held in
His
Twiggy
Fingers was
His Knowledge
tailing behind
him
as if
it were
a comfort
blanket
to safe guard
his
passage
into the
unknown
darkness
Fate
continually keeps
obscured

Chap 4

Drakon
bathed upstream
from
Where the
battle had
contaminated
the
river
As
Drakon
Cleansed away
The battle stains
off
His Gold scales
He watched
bemused
as the
Troll
he Felt
strangely
Compelled To defend
Waddled
repeatedly
round in a
perfect
rut
Creating
an
Eccentric
Reflecting circle

THUD

From
Nowhere
A creature
landed
heavily
On
within
the ploughed
circle area
from
Out of
thinly veiled
air

Drakon
could feel
the lands
fearful tremors
as the
giant
Amber beast
steam hackles
rising off
its lumpy back
looked
down
at the Troll
standing
In
His rut
Its
black tongue
Sluggishly
slid out
to
caress
it’s top lip
anticipating
its
breakfast

the amber
beast
looked like a
sludgy cloud
Dipped in
yellow coughed
Up diarrhea
no arms
no legs

Till
if i may
my friends
correct ourselves
what appeared
to be
an arm
shot out
from its side
and
swept round
the
circles
Face
clocking the
Troll
where he stood
intently
Stuck
In his
Muckruting
watching the sickly
Clouds
yellow
Arms hand
morph
Into a webnet
one dazed
Troll
was
scooped up
like
he were
an infant
a
tear poop fell
That looked
like
a bubble of sap
from
where you’d
think his eye
would be
a
lager
Amber
tear poop
followed
which hit
the Trolls face
with
a splash
and
quickly solidified
to
Trap
The Troll
Like a bug
In a
pyre trees
sap

Drakon
could see the
Trolls
Stubby
legs kicking
frantically
as he
was
starved
of air while
been cradled
gently
by
the big
yellow cloud
Squeezing out another
shitty tear

With
Fiery
sword drawn
Drakon
ran to
the suffocating
Trolls
Rescue
As
Drakon
Approached
he
Could hear
a humming
Tune
Coming
From
within
the cloud
as if Botrees
crap
was trying
to
lull the
Troll
into a deep
sleep

Savage and Swift
swift and savage
the
attacks
from Drakon
Came
As he
Tried to hack
Into
Botrees
amber cloud

His
Hacking
Attempts failing
Drakon
could only
Watch
As yet
another tear
Splashed
across the Trolls
face

The
Freshly
Applied coat
Quickly solidified
So when
The Troll beat
On the
amber skin
You
Would be
Forgiven
My friends
if you said
You
Had heard
a
Heart Been
asphyxiated

Another
tear
began
To
Bubble

BogeyGod
was
still beating
on his
Encased
Trolls
mask head

Drakon
continued
to
hack hack
away at
the
unfeeling cloud
that
was nurturing
To
The death
BogeyGod

More
sappy
amber bubble
tears
had fallen
splashing
Down
And
over
the Troll
encasing the
BogeyGods
stooge
like
a trapped
insect
within an
Amber
crystal

Giving up
on his body attack
Drakon
took to the air
Golden Wings
beating frantically
as
gravity proved
less
than friendly
to Drakons
maiden voyage
Once
then twice
gravity
body slammed him
to
the canvass
mercilessly
Encased
in the
solidified
amber
Trolls opaque eyes
seemed
to magnify
to make them
appear
bug like.

Now
winning the battle
of wills
against gravity
Drakon
swooped down
on
Botrees
amber monster
expelling a blast
of
flames towards
amber craps
imagined
sappy
head

Spraying
molten amber
through
the freezing air
so that
when the solid nuggets
of
amber crashed
into the snowy
ground
each impact
sounded
like twigs
had been crushed
under a
yetis plodding
footsteps.

With the head
obliviated
the body fell
to pieces
The arm cradling
the BogeyGod
broke away
from the body
crashing to the ground
with the grace
of
a felled tree
Except on impact
there
was an explosion
to ring
in your ears
for your years
my friends
as
the limb
shattered
into a thousand
pieces or less.
This
also gave
Drakon
the answer
to saving
his BogeyGod
which
he had
scooped up
in
a dramatic swoop
just before
the arm
had given way.
Climbing
high into the air
he dropped
his
heavy burden
which whistled
as it
plunged towards
the slab
of
rocks below
which jutted out
of the
river Veins
essence
The sap tear
encasing
shattered on impact
releasing
the Bogeygod
into the
river Vein’s
freezing essence
where the body
sunk
out of sight
only
to rise again
fully animated
from the
reviving essence.

Except
in a cave
upon a stone
tabernacle throne
sat
the BogeyGod
surrounded by
copper mirrors
Whose surfaces
were
washed over
by streams
of the essence .
Shapes
from the fire
danced
in the BogeyGods
opaque eyes
which
he contorted
into shapes
that were
reflected
in the mirrors
from which
he would
pass through the
essence
into the mirrors
world’s
transferred
by the essences
flowing
transmutable
reflections
Echoing
pinging noises
of the caves
hallowed walls
My friends
this is
the sound
of
BogyGod
asleep
on his throne
eyes
wide open.

Chap 5

Hels
Pale nose
cautiously
sniffed about her
then
She darted
to the next
pillar
of salt
to hide
behind

Hel
could see
the cities
walls
that had stood
for
Less
Than an
aeon
as a sentinel
shrouding
what
the
Bald Headed Priests
Did
Behind those walls
As
Hel froze
And darted
between
salt pillars

Hel Knew
that
in the heart
Of the city
Rumor said
There was
A vault
that
Opened to
the
very depths
Of
The lost
Essence

Rumor had
also
mentioned
BogeyGod
had
installed
the vault
himself
if Rumor
is to be
believed

It’s
Access
Was
my friends
What
was been
sought
by The
interloper

Hel smelt

Hel
was still
yet
to learn
why this
wet dog
smell
prowled
her
Lost lands
But
not
Forgotten
Realm
of Utopia

Hell
had been
defeated
by the
Bald Headed Priest
and
their conquering
Bear Warriors
so Hels
once
beloved city
spoils
Had fallen
into
Their greedy
BogeyGod’s
hands
But
Allow
defeated
Hel
had not
Given
up
Her
occupied
realm

So
For Hel
regardless
curiosities
price
Fate
might incur
upon
her head
Hel
Resolved to Find
the
reason for
this
strangers
trespass

as
she darted
to
the next
salt pillar
Hel sniffed
about
again
and
froze
in
midair
for she
smelt
the scent
of a nearby
vile
Depths
lurking
Soul killer

Suddenly
a crustacean
worm
BURST
through
the salted
ground
under Hels
feet
to
swallow
Hels being
whole
its
scream
caused
the nearby
pillars
to crumble
as
dying
it slid back
down
the eternal
hole
it bored
dragging its
spilled
entrails
after
the worms
shell

Departed self

Hel
wiped her
blade Famished
Slowly
across her blue
tongue
Before
addressing
her
original target

“hello
Coyote
your
presence I smelt
Was
nearer
To me
than
It ever ought be
weren’t
we agreed
we’d
always be
strangers

I
Wonder
Coyote
Have you
say
Ever asked
yourself
Why
You smell
always like
A freshly
made
dogs turd ”

Coyote
exposed
Stood
covered from
head
To
toe
in stinging
salt dust
While
grinning
from
perked ear
To
perked ear

As
Hel eyed
Coyote
With a long
distrust
she reserved
for
all male critters
that crossed
her
black brick roads
path
The
Gentleman
Coyote
replied with kindness

“Hello
awfully
pretty faced
tavern wench

you’re
a long
way
from your throne
I’d heard
Rumor
tell
you had
Gotten your
Cute tush
Kicked off
by
that myth
BogeyGod

ahhh
Never
would of i
guessed
you had
a soft
spot

Well
Swell Hel
it appears
for better
or worse or
worser
Our
Paths have
become argh

Yeah

Strangely
I must say
interwoven
YES
Lets
advance
boldly on
the
city gates
as
i do
Presume
that
all inside
heard the worm
screaming
Fucking murder”

as
My friends
their
advance
got close
to Hels
former gates
the
ghost cries
of battle
Haunted
Hels ringing
ears

With
the shouts
of
“For Hel””For Hel””For Hel”
accompanied by
the
Dying
Hosts for Hel
Last
Final
burdening
Soulless
death rattles

the
road walked
to the gates
was littered
with the
slashed
and
gnashed
bodies
of those who
unexpectedly
Had
in their
contest
for
Hallow victory
been thoroughly
thrashed
in
hollow defeat

The
Cities defenders
bodies
had been thrown
with
such force
that they were
Still stuck
like splattered
bugs
to the
glass opaque
smooth
moon stone wall
An
Unmoved
Facade to
Utopia
that
stood
witness
to the plague
of thugs
And
Their
Bald Headed priest

as
Hel and Coyote
approached
they
could see
the
Cities
Pearl gates
Half Buried
In Salt
in front
of the
grand entrance
Having
been torn
brutishly
from their
Squealing
suffering
Parched
wishbone hinges

more
Bloody
Bodies
turned to salt
dust
Sprinkled
the rosy
stained
streets of
Utopia

All
That was
Left of
a culture
from when a
cult
crusaded
through
in the name
of its
Loving
BogeyGod
Who
sent them all
forth
on
one
Of those
heroic
killing binges
quest

they
walked through
the
cobbled
narrow
city lanes
Hel
giving
Coyote
a quick tour
of the
City underneath
the
lands dark
foreboding
Grayish
crusty soiled
ceiling

till
At last
they came
to a hole
in a wall
Whose
Door
had
Gone awol
in the
realms last fray

The name
above
the Hole
On the
sign
hanging
In large print
so those
that
could be
literate
when blind
drunk
was boldly writ

THE MUSES EYE

The
dead eyes
Of Rumors
followed
Coyote and Hel
from behind
the
Bars bar
Rumor
gave them
a nod
of
acknowledgement
as they
bee lined
their
trajectory
in the
nods
direction
towards
the
stairs
Rumor
went back
to leaning on
his bar
with
bored to death
interest

as
they both
approached
the eternal
stairs
two
lounging
bear warriors
stood
up at
the top of the
stairs
barring their
Way

without
breaking
her
stride
Hel drew Famished
and
cut both
guards down
to
the Cold
tombstone floor

Hel
quickly
descended
the stairs to the vault
Close
Behind
Coyote
followed treading
On the
Bear warriors
As if
they were rugs
whose
deceased
souls
smelt no
more

Coyote
shadowed Hel
Through the damp
rat infested
narrow tunnel
to the
vaults lift
which
they rode
down
to the buried
vaults
entrance
which
my friends
wasn’t
Ever
going to
be
Given As
a gift

gathered
within
the Dug out
cavern were
a
Bunch
of the
Bear Clans
Elite Warriors
And
amongst
them was one
puffed up
Bald Headed
High
Thought Priest
kneeling down
before
a pile of
rocks
And
was trying to
command
the rocks
to rise up
Or
roll far away
from
the vaults door
so as
The High Priest
could
Have Access
to what
Their
BogeyGod
had
Sealed away

The
Rock pile
But
of cause
Stayed
Naturally
where
it lay
stubbornly
ignoring
The Priests
threats
and high
commandments

“the
great one
empowers
me
to command
thee
Rocks
Known as
Adamant
To roll roll away

You
Betray
your one true
BogeyGods
wishes
if You do
not
allow us
access
to all that’s
in his
Vault
if you
Adamant
do not submit
to
BogeyGods
will
then through
me
BogeyGod
shall turn
thee rock
To flesh
to rot
to decay
for all
perish
before our
BogeyGod
who breaks
his fates knot

now

Last chance
Adamant
be
reasonable
it is
your time
of

decision

for
Fates Sake
Our great Ones
patience
tires
at your
Sloth
your
sin
ADAMANT
is
recorded for
All
aeons
For
you have
caused Fate
to
slip the
Great Ones Knot

ROCK INTO BONE
BONE GROWS FLESH
FLESH GROWS SKIN
ROCK SHALL BLEED
ROCK SHALL
BECOME
MERE DUST
CURSE
THE ROCK
THAT DID SIN
may
no mercy bless
Your
Moon Rock
soul”

the
High nosed
priest
Bombast
incarnation completed
the
Gathered
waited the rocks
transformation to
Flesh
with sharp
punishments
at the
ready

slowly
Adamant
unfurled
his former
inanimate
state
of stubborn
hibernation
till he
towered
above the
gaping gathered
Crowd
still
solid as
A pile of
inanimate
rock

there
within
the world’s bowels
The
Rock pile
Adamant
gave a sermon
as if
his foe
were his
gathered flock

“your
BogeyGod
is not
mine

you
cannot undo
that
which is
everbeing
your
Bogus
Pet Gods words
cannot
alter my
souls
casting

you
Gathered
here
Before
meek
sleeping
Little
ity
bity me
wakening my slumber
because i smelt
your vile
venomous
Genocidal thoughts

I
SHALL NOT
JUDGE EWES
SHEEP

who are full of worms

No
not i
but others
shall sweep
your befouled
souls
towards
a place where
your
Fates will judge
your
Heartless
existence
and your Fates
judgment
can never
be bilked

soon
Your priest
will wish
that
his flapping
suckling
God
Kissing
lips
had been
sealed
by Mira’s
divine
milk”

his
speech done
Adamant
sat down
in front
of the
exposed
Vaults
entrance

all eyes
followed Adamant’s
glowing coals
to the
interlopers
Who were
relaxing
As
Only
Calm can Be
Before
the coming
storm

Coyote
leapt into
the ranks of
The
Bear Warriors
who
made vain
desperate
attempts
to survive

Hel
with witch
like grace
whose book
held a simple
commandment
which read

“thy shall not
suffer
a bigoted witch
persecutor
among thee”

seemed
to magically
materialize
in
front of
said persecutor
the
High Bald Thought Priest
her
knife Famished would
not
leave him
Nor his soul
alive

Coyotes Athames’
ripped the
Warriors
Argument
apart as
he
slashed through
their
feeble defence
thick
chunks of
Torn Flesh
and
amputated limbs
flew
away
from the wild
wind milling of his
blades
devastating offense
those
Bear Warriors
who
chose to run
Ran
Into
Death
standing
seductively
In
Leather
In Front
of their
fear
veiled
wide eyes
to
kiss them
to death
with Famishes’s
sharply thin
lips
till
a grey
haired
Bear Warrior
smiled
as Hel swept
towards
him
parrying
her quick thrust
to
Hel’s delight
for
as Rumor
whispered
to the
polygamists

its the quality
not the quantity

Hel and her Bear
they
Did dance
merrily
feinting
friendly smiles
and
thrusting
Snarling grins
as
they teased
And tested
Each
others metal
and
Blade skill

the
last waltz
ended when
Hel
drove Famished
hard and
deep
between
the old Bears
Meaty ribs
for the
kill
for
Euthanasia

to
one knee
he proudly
Dropped
with
Hels gentle help
his
lips moved
silently
Hel sadly
shook her head
as
if she
Were turning
down
his proposal

when
the last
Bear fell
at Hel’s
bloody worn out
boots
Adamant
Applauded
thunderously
The
Battles
Great Victors
Hel and Coyote
Well pleased
BogeyGods
elite hordes
had met
their just Fates

Chap 6

Hel
stood with
Coyote
staring into the
vault
Which was
like
looking into
an
Over sized
aquarium
Through
what appeared
to be
a wall
shimmering
of liquid essence

one
could see
a sandy crusty
Yellow
grain bottom
and
standing
Tall a Goddess
With
golden scales
and a
triangular fish face
And upon
Her head
she balanced
A
Fish bone hook
Woven
triangular shaped crown

The
Goddess
guarded
with
a bone
golden gildered
trident
what
appeared
to be a
Pure
white star
glowing
like a fetus
in an xray
From
inside
the Thoth trees
root
sap spun cocoon

From
behind
the Goddess
what
appeared to be a
Corpse
of a
man
dressed in a
golden
scale suit
Of
armor
Floated up
to peer
over
the
Crowned
Fish head
At life
On
the other side
of the
Essence
wall

“Is
this what
you came for
coyote and for
Hels
sake why ”

Quipped
the droll
voice
of Adamant

A
Sly grin
Spread
like a disease
across
Coyotes
beaming face
Then
Began
A rather
Strange
explanation

“these
are the
BogeyGods
Demise distraction Death
We
will bring
about his
Fates judgment
To
Open
A fresh stream
For
A new
Passage will
Spawn
Fates
eon’s
new moon

To
you Hel
I give you
This fallen
white star
to grow
as your child
you
were by
The ignorant
Ancients of Fates
denied
I
shall take
Drakon
and
raise him
as my
Den brother
teaching Drakon
the ways
of the
moon

Now
I must
Go Gather
one more
ingredient
From
Another
Forgotten
Essence stream
to
Bring
About
BogeyGods
Demise distraction Death
then
when the
moon is full
The
Ancients of Fate
can
Call me
Denicide

Hel
laughed
as all know
well
you shouldn’t martyr
The
Godless

After
the fish Goddess
Had
Finished
Dividing
the victors
their spoils
She
slid off down
a Golden
Moonbeam

Near
Another
Moonbeam stream
Many eon’s
away
In
A lush
Green Valley
a mighty cliff
sulked
From Which
now
And
again
An echo
could be
heard
Saying
In the
Rumbling
Discontented
voice
Of
One peeved
Adamant

“I suppose
In hind
I should
have

guesstimated

there’d
be nothing
in it
for little old
ity
bity
me ”

Chap 7

Hel
leant on
A pyrewood
ossuary
door
As
She stared
Of into
the
distracting mist
That
Clouded
Hels thoughts
as
the mist
clouded the land
So
Unable
To see
Hels ears
bent to listen
For
the dark
distant
wailing songs
of death
she’d
sent her
Boy to reap for her
on his
attainment

Hel
chewed
a bitter nail
Slightly
many
life times
bored
as
she stood
Weighting
her
Fading options
While
Waiting
Patiently
For her Boys
return

Deep
In the
Slimy mist
Boy felt strangely
light
headed
as
Stalking
your Quarry
he discovered
was
Such a
Emotionally
elevating
feeling
Of
Being
Alive
Instead
of
feeling
As if
He
Were Dead

His
hand gripped
a long
scythe
thrice his boys
height
green
goo dripped
from its toe
as Boy
moved forward
as
if he
Thought
within
the cold
essences
Mists
nothing
could hurt his
nonchalant
white beating
star

ahead
He
could see
another
troubled group
of
leprechauns ahead
All
bundled
Up in their
snake furs
against the
Dark’s
monsters
frigid breath
soaking them
Slipping
them down
banks
Deeper
into its
Maw

One
stopped
and
brought
a wine skin
nervously
to
his frost
bitten lips
And took
a gulping
sip
before
hiding his
courage
back under
his
Wet furs

One
of his
companions
wrinkled
jittering
hand
held up
A glow worm
lantern
Higher
into the
Mist
As if
The glow worm
Inside
the lantern
Would
Be quite
Bright enough
to be able to
see
over
the darks mist

Instead
the lantern
ILLUMINATED
A
beastly
Large toad
like monster
with
Opaque eyes
That
Stuck like
Dead
teddy bear
beady eyes
to
his raptured
Face

forest green
craggy
skin
slick with
the mists
protective
clear
lacquered
shinny
shinny
new coat gloss
It’s Feet
sported wrought
iron sets
of talons.
It’s
mouth sat
in what
did appear
to be
a
Long Gummy
demented
Unevolved
drawn smile
then
it’s looooooong
tongue shot out
Hard
and
fast
striking
the
Fur clad
leprechaun
with the sack
of near
to
empty
Stilled courage

the
leprechaun stuck
fast
to the
creatures tongue
flew screaming
into
the monsters
mouth
on it reflex
retracting
Red
Glowing
Yucky stic-icky
hot
plate tongue
leaving
nothing
but a trail
of acrid
vapors
behind
with
his cringing
Morsel sized
Companions
now waiting
to be
next
on
the nights
Menus
monsters
Organic Platter

Hels
Boy pounced
at the
monster
from
where He
Lurked

Landing

at the
monsters hunched flank
The scythe
thrice his height
Swung
through the
monsters
hind quarter
spraying
green ooze
off
to
Splatter
with sickly
polka dot
patterns
Briefly
the Wall
of the darks
mist breath

The
Gash matched
Another
Boy
Gave the
monsters
opposite
Quarter
Earlier

Frozen
to the spot
the
Lucky
leprechauns
Still alive
watched
by
lamp light
as
the monsters
clawed scrapped
and clawed
its crippled
way
in their
Transfixed
Direction
Filling
with howling
Pain
their deep
Soup bowl eyes
with
eternities
Fears

As
The Monsters
Obsession
dragged
itself
Claw
Over
Claw
along the monsters
green slime mile
towards
the monsters
last meal
of
this dark
fatally
wronged
anaemic age
Hels Boy
climbed
up to
The monsters
head using
his
scythe
much as
a summit
Conquering cragsman
would
use a
Leashed
mongrel
ice axe

now
Standing
on the
monsters
Slippery
craggy summit
he
did leap
into
the air
away
from the monsters
craggy face
to allow
his scythe
thrice his height
room
to cleave
a divide
through
the monstrous
Divinely
ugly
face
oozing
Forth
the monsters
Tinkered
greenish grey
clock
matter

The
monster slain
The ghost
looking
frozen leprechauns
from their
fear spot
untethered
Fled as a single
lucky
four leaf clover Mind
into
the mists
to escape
their final
Doomed
moments.

Laughter
floated out
of
the Dark’s
cloaking mist

Moving
stealthily
To
The source
Hels Boy did
discover
a man grinning
through
his
Flaming
orange beard
sitting fishing the
Mist
as if it were
the essence
with his beard
Coyote looked
like a
Stretched Shadow
Of
a garden gnome
sitting on
a rocks
Broad Shoulders

“your mums
not gonna
be
pleased with
you Boyo
The
leprechauns time
was
used up ”

Hels
Boy shrugged
Coyote’s
admonishment
of
with a grin
and
Flippant
reply
“I
know you
fisherman
too well
To give a fig
you’ll
catch what
the Fates
give you
when my Backs
to ya ”

Then
he turned
and walked
back
into
the thinning mist

Coyote laughed
and
sat
awhile
cold
without the moons
glow
to warm his soul
waiting a bit
of luck
for a bite
from
the Fates
to know
he had
hooked them

after
some time
he reeled
in his
time line catch
and
At the end
of the
line
caught
hooked line
and
anchor
bending the
rod with
their Fated
bad
luck weight
was a
drowned
Four leaf
clover
Of
unlucky
leprechauns

Coyote
spate a globe
of
distaste
into the
mist and silently
whispered
“eureka
you
Ancients of Fate
we’re all
in the same
stream
now

Chap 8

Hel
had moved away
from the
comfort of
the ossuaries
pryerwood
door
out into
the middle
of the
abandoned
loveless
cemetery
to wait
her Boys
attainment
triumph
nervously
suddenly
the ground
beneath
Hels petite
feet
shuddered
Two bony
hands
shot out
clasping
each
of her
supple dancers
ankles
with the weight
of soul
draining
heavy slave
shackles been

attached

Hel
hissed as
slowly the

weight

of
BogeyGod
dragged
her down
into the
damp corpse
infested
life
of the
bone graveyard

well
my friend
Hel knew
BogeyGods
touch
and his
perspiring
demented scent
for
he had
owned her
once
so to
many times.

From
out of
the mist
the full moon
finally appeared
at the eon’s
darkest time

running
from the
darks mist
into
the full moons
light
blessing
walked
Hels Boy
as
out on a ledge
Coyote
yowled
a prayer
to his
returned
moon

At
seeing
his mother
been swallowed by the
ground
Boy broke
into a
spirited sprint
as he
neared
his mother’s
out
reaching searching
nurturing
arms
her Boy
dropped
to his
calloused bony
knees
slip
sliding
into Hels
prolonging embrace.

For
moments
Hels decent
into the worlds
grinding
bone yard mills
maw
stopped dead
then another
pair
of hands
broke the wet
bread crumb
like
ground
locking
onto
Hels Boys heels

Hels
decent
restarted
only
now her gift
was
been dragged
down
into the mills
opaque stone
grinding crushing
churn

breaking
away from
her Boys strong
loving
FOR
EVER
devoted
prolonging embrace
Hel
reached for
her knifes hilt
drawing
famished from
its
well oiled
protective
sheath

Hel
turned her
loyal blade
inwards
towards
Her
flat
tensed
pale barren belly

Boy
sad eyed
shook his head

frantically

but
ever
famished
the knives hot
blade
of a
tongue slowly
penetrated
deep
deep
deep
into
Hels coldish
pale
as butter flesh

The
Hands let
go
of Boys
calf’s
as
Hels
blood spread
petrifying the
ground

fists
below
pounded hard
on the seal
in anger
at
been denied
control
over Hel
again

Hel
yelled
“son, son
Go forth and
slay
this almighty
self
rising
BogeyGod
who
embodies us
For
you Son
Are Death now
walk briskly and
let
your foot prints
misguide
others who follow
you with
harms intent

take
the slave road west
till
you come
to a jaded arch
then
the battle where
his
soul dwells
is just a
quickening
breaths march

from
the coyote
ask
of him
his Athame
eclipse
cast
moon stone
knife
he’ll lend
you
Athame Boy
but
beware
not his life
now go
my lovely
pale faced
Boy ”

Hels
Boy wiped
away
tears
which he’d
never
fought before
only
for more
to fall
and
sizzle
like fried eggs
on
the cold cold stones

Hel
tilted back
her head
exposing
her neck
as if the
thick
strained tendons
were Hels
umbilical cord
with
wide imploring eyes
Hel begged
Her lovely Boy
“don’t
let me
strangle
you now

go free”

Then
Death stepped
forward
and swung
his scythe
just
as his mother
had
taught
him once
upon a
Fates moon
in
fertile
fields where they
harvested together
their
matured
chalk wheat crop
for
the lands markets

Chapter 9

near
a stream
beside a
field
growing a crop
of
chalk wheat
a sad figure
comes to
a slow
solitary
contemplated
stop

his
travels
along
the cobbled
highway
west
had
over taxed
there toll
so with the
dimming
orbs light
he searched
for a place
to rest his
sack
of weary
bones

searching
he turns
to far
accidentally
carelessly
seeing
back
down the
cobbled road
through
the fading
light
where once
He’d broken
many
first lights fast
deep
within
the hallow
opaque walls
of his
BogeyGods
alMighty
Crowded
City

it
was in
the cities
concubine
quarters
that he did
anger
BogeyGod

yes
my learned friends
the
thankless
God he saved

why you ask

i will tell

yes
humbug
it was love
it was jelly
it was jam
and
there
friendship
was burnt
toast
to put it all on

with a beauty
beyond all
compare
and
Rumor said
should
anyone dare
compare
BogeyGod
would
take from them
there sack
of brass balls

a
mortal slave
did seduce
Drakons beastly nature
or
did Drakons beastly
nature
free her creativity
but
and
worst
my friends
they did
procreate
and love grew
where once
no
love had
grown
before
so
Before
the Cities
mortal minions
who
witnessed
trembling in silent

AWE

BogeyGod
tore
Drakons
golden
shimmering
Wings
savagely from
his
powerful
heart
shaped back
hence
BogeyGods
revenge
wrought
the
damned
Banishedman

from
a scroll
burning with
BogeyGods
immortal
words
Drakon
read his Gods
merciful
decree

“should
Drakon
not
from my
kingdoms
great city
flee
I
BogeyGod
shall
consume
Drakons
bastard imp
and
plough his whore
to blood as
other gods
pound
on their grapes
to make
their water
wine
and
then I’ll suck
their rank flesh
from
their bones
before I
grinds dem bones
to dust
and
use that dust
to
poison the land
from which
you came
and
henceforth
no longer
shall
Drakon
be known
for
hear stands
Banishedman”

to
save Hope
Banishedman
went
without a fight
when
his God
cast
him through
the Eternal
Cites
west facing
flaming
gates
those
that
did witness
Banishedmans
flaming
baptismal
fall
swore
in
whispers
his
wild eyes
no more
reflected
their
memories

after
a few
mile stones
passed
Ban stole
one glance back
at
the Walls
preserving
his existences
Fates
future

he
returned
Resuming
his
trekking west
like
a
war lame
downtrodden
donkey dragging a
cursed
heavy
laden cart
full of miseries
that
no clown
would even
buy
for fair day laughs
till
spotting
beside the
chalk wheat fields
a
orb light
warmed
slab of
blue moon stone
the Ban
moved
to seat
his
arse
down to
rest.

he
gazed at
the distant
mist
shrouded mountains
that
boarder
the edge
that
separates the land
from the
encroaching
abyss
like a hedge
well
so the stories
of
old go
that mortals
tell each other in
fear
but then
mortals have
always
believed what
ever the
oldie’s
have told them
at their
bedtimes mythos hour

now
my friends
Tomorrow
Bans
journey
without will
or
purpose
will begin again
in
earnest
for even if
veiled
every plan
has
a fools
adventure
so Rumor
says
the Ancients of Fates
says

chap 10

As
the next
days sun rose
from
out of the wheat
field
a boy
did appear
he
looked quite
malnourished
as rather than
his skin
the boy looked
like the skeleton
led
his
skin white
as chalk wheat
he carried
a scythe
thrice his
Leans boys height
and
from his Gaunt grim
face
the dark
spawns took flight

once
on the
cobbled road
he headed
Due west
skipping with joy
With the
knowledge
of
one who possesses
death

ahhhh
My friends
is this the
way of the
new shinning
orbs

enlightened

For
Don’t we
now see
how
before a boy
the
black
wing Spawns
fade off
into
the horizons
mist

chap 11

On
That shinning orbs
warmed
rock slab
the Ban had
laid
down to
sleep
awhile

Ah
My friends
Do You wish
To know
what he dreamed
Ahhhhh
I’ll tell
thee all
What
caused his
eyes to secretly
weep
in sleep

the
dream spawn
discovered
Drakon
perched
on a
gnarled
branch of
a bearded
ancient
Morpheus tree
on the
edge
of a
woodland glade

in
the glade
Drakon
watched
a self abused
and
self abandoned
failed
broken
baby grand
Prodigy
sitting back on its
old
haunches
looking up
humiliated
as
raindrops
fell from a
Copper polished sky
to
tickle
the mossy
ivories
like skilled
soft
finger
tips of a
concert pianist

the
song
accompanying
the piano
came from
the siren
laying
on the warped
lid
the rustling
leaves
joined in the
chorus
which softly
went
like this

“can i wind your watch for you sir
can i wind your golden watch
don’t worry the good Gods a cur sir
and the Fates will keep your watch”

all
of a
Sudden the
woodland
was a sea
of
lapping
green flames
that
engulfed Drakon
in an
essence ocean
that
he knew he
could never
swim
across

It
was at
this point friends
he woke
gasping
like a
Landed
fish
trapped in
a sea spiders
net
weaved
from a
mermaids
dream entangled hair
to
the great
amusement
of a
gaunt
chalk face
Boy

the Ban
drew his sword
its flame
made the sound
of
a strummed
guitar cord
as it ran over
the
tight crisp
newly strung
orbs light strings

stopping

short
at the boys neck
which
didn’t
even gulp
in
a final lung
Full
of fear

the
Ban growled

“SHIT
you have
the look of
Death about you Boy
now
tell me
Boy
what you’re
bloody about
and
be
quick boy
For I warn
this
flaming swords
no toy”

Well
My friends
That brave boy
told the Ban
his tale

“my
mother
sent me forth
to slay a mighty
god

telling
me to walk
briskly and let
my
foot prints
misguide those
who
shall follow me
with harms intent
on
the long
cobbled slave
road that
snakes west
till
we comes
to a jaded arch
then the battle where
his
soul dwells
is just a
quickening breaths march

But
exactly
where
well she
couldn’t say before
to
the Fates
Death did Return her

oh
my
mother
also said
from the coyote
ask
of him
his Athame
eclipse
cast
moon stone
knife
he’ll
lend you
Athame Boy
but
beware
not his life

then she begged me to
go ”

at the
boys tales end
Ban
sheathed his flaming
sword
shaking
his bald head

“dang
Boy your
mothers heart
has your path mislead
for
a God
cannot die
for eternities
cruel
cruel
cruel
jealous
oppressors
consider mortal
souls
bound to
their fate
to be their lessors”

the
Boy laughed
at Bans
stomachs
growling waking rant
as
he ran
off along
the road
ignoring
Bans
rabid
cant

Ban
followed
in the wake
of Boys
bone jangling
high
laughter
for
both were heading
due
west my friends
into the stories
tale
tellers
unbeknownst
Never
traveled stream

chap 12

some
milestones
latter the
road
introduced them
to
an old
and spindly
blind eyed
Prophetess
hunched
like a
phantom midge
blocking the entrance
to
the one
existing bridge
spanning
the grand west
chasm

as
they neared
her opaque
body
straightened up
on
shaking
stick thin legs

she
addressed
them with a
wheezing
distressed voice
that
sounded
as if she
was down
to her life’s
last
drinks dregs

“dear
strangers
who wish to
cross
this decrepit
bridge
before
thee begin
let
me advise
your burden
it will
not dare hold
and
i wish
not to hear
your falling
cries
so
let
me get
you safely
across via
another
path
only
beknownst
to me

please
accept
my offer
of salvation
from
the bottomless
chasm

come
follow

what
do you
say
wise sirs ”

Now
my friends
They knew not
that
only one bridge
did
exist
however
Ban
was having
moral decision
plotting
issues

Ban
found a
nice cool spot
and sat
down
under an
ancient
Morpheus trees
shade
to
contemplate
the known
and the
un
known paths
and
the boy
mimicking
his
sidekick
sat down
meditating
like
a good
devotee

Ban
looked south
searching
as
he sat
in deep thought
his
eyes focused
on a
eon
on a
land
that
greed had
poisoned
and
infested
with
famines
a place
Where
optimism
was
devoured
by
a plague
of
Og Locus
who
overpowered
The lands
guardians
in
violent
merciless
battles
to the lands
detriment

the
Lands brave
Scarecrow Knights
had fought
foolishly
to
the last
of the Long
enlightened
ages

when
the last
Scarecrow fled
Abandoning
his last
cross roads
station
the land fell
to the merciless
Ogs locus
that starved
the southern
tribes of Apostle
to
a slow
stagnant death
by
having their prayers
and
bitter
alms ignored
by
BogeyGods
cold shoulder

Stepping
over the
strewn remains
of the
fallen
Scarecrows
anchors
Ban
awoke
to find he
was walking over
the
Scarecrows
omitted
from sacred
text
final
battlefield
where
they cast
their anchors
into the systems
waste

he
staggered
over the
exposed roots
of a
large
rock that
grew out
of the dust bowl
on
top of the rock
stood the
wraith
of the
last
fleeing
Scarecrow Knight
who
read from a scroll
while
sitting
at his
scarecrow feet
a
burning bush
warmed
a
tattooed
dwarf troll
who sat
smashing symbolic shields
to
gether
like cymbals
his
distant frowning
moon
faces
cheese skin
was
decorated with
strange
glyphs

from
out of
the Rock
a hermit
stepping
sprightly
stepped
wearing
a Flowing
long red
whimsical
beard
which danced
like
a fires flame
in the
rocks shade
where
Rumor said
he
had it on
good authority
Myth
was said
to have reared
the
hermit runt
from a
whelp

the
silent
reading of
the scroll
by the knight
continued
to
the trolls
out of time
Rhythmic
smashing
of his
cymbal
clapping shields

“the
Knight reads
the lost
prayers
to the lost
Gods
in the
false
hope of
bringing rain
to the
parched
fields

like they care

Drakon
I’m told
i
should hail thee
now
and
forever
as the Ban

So Ban
I ask you
why
in All
foolishness
are You
wandering
the
pricey
void of Dreams
where
your love began
quick question
Ban
did
you love
her warm breath
so much
that you risked
your
dragon
golden scales
for
mortal mans
paper skin

i know
you think
you saved
your
BogeyGod
then
you slayed
LOL
thousands
of
his foes
devotee’s
who invested
in their gods
with
their foul
traitorous
sin
Of golden lust

oh spear me

I
assume
You have heard
about
BogeyGods
void
that is
encroaching
on this
void of dreams

has
that brought
you here for
your times
atonement
Ban

hmmmm

you
don’t know
the Senile
Ancients of Fate
have
spoken
regarding
your missing
karma
so
from your
Fates tail there
is no
postponement
I’ve
been told”

as
he spoke
red hair fell
like embers
and
was caught
by the breeze
blowing
back
into the
gods progenitor’s
den
To
appear
like
Demon eyes
before
blinking out
to disappear
into
the nothingness
of the
dens abyss
from where
Coyote
materialized
to
taunt
and
tease
The stunned
Ban

Soon
the hermit
stood looking
as if he had
just had
the cleanest
Cutthroat
shave

his
yellow eyes
of mirth
matching
his
toothy
cheesy
grin
lighting
up his
roguishly
rugged face

“do
you not
remember me
Drakon
I’m Coyote
and
that Cave
was our
Souls
birth place

brother dear brother
tell me true
what
does
the state
of your body
say
about your state
of grace

where
i ask
is
your bellies fire
that
forged
that
flaming blade
you carry
to
highlight
your
state
of Self imposed
disgrace

you
were born
in the wild
a
Free beast
NAY
a godless beast
FREE

when
did you
allow
A God
to domesticate
your
Wild will
no
doubt
when you believed
foolishly
him your
domesticated
God

then
masquerading
as his
avenging servant
you
did upset
the essences
waning
and
waxing
and
so the
Ancients of Fates
Sent me
brother
To distract you
Till
your existence
is vanquished
ahhhh
but brother
the
shields
are clanging out
your name
to
Rise up
before
you drift
down
down
into
the nothingness
of Nothing

Dam
the Fates
Drakon
you must
AWAKE !”

the
Ban awoke
as the Prophetess
was
bounding
to the
Morpheus tree
the
Boy
and he
Drakon
the Banishedman
could
now See
the Prophetess
had no eyes
just pebbles
stuffed
like sleep
into the sockets
which
showed no glee
as she
danced a jig
around and around
the
Morpheus tree
using
her fine fine hair
like
a
spiders web
to
bound them

Soon
her
hatchlings
Meditating
Deep within
the hallowed trunk
Of the
rotting
Morpheus tree
will
feel the vibrato
of their dreams
and
will out
of the rotting
Morpheus tree
come to feast
upon their
mothers treats

as
the Ban
struggled
wriggling
shrugging
straining
to shuck
free
the Prophetess
deceit
she swung her weapon
the
Arks Anchor
striking him
like
lightning
back
into the state
of
unconsciousness
with her
un repressed
rancor

chap 13

The Boy
and Coyote
stood
face to face
in the
middle
of a green meadow
full of fresh
colorful
life
Each
orbiting
the others
distance

” your
the one i seek
called
Coyote
the holder
of the
moon stone
knife
Athame

i was told
that you like a
memory
of an echo
had ceased
to exist
that one day
you had
gathered your kind
and
led them
to salvation
through the mist”

the
Boy then
spat a glob
of the blackest
foulest
smelling
steaming
bile
which
on hitting the
Meadows
ground
blackened the land
all
around for
A spawns
haunting mile
yet
Coyote was not affected
by the
discoloration
of the
landscape
nor
did the boy look
the
slightest
bit concerned
by Coyotes
harmless escape
as he
replied

“i
am the
holder
of the
knife you seek
but i
am not your
villain
neither
does the sheath
that holds
Athame
be the
carrier
of your
penicillin
there is no
salvation
for
those
that suffer
from themselves
there
is only madness
to be
found
in dusting
empty shelves
yet Boy
some sages claim
there’s some
kind
of magic
in madness
other sages
who have
stared into the fire
say
only blindness
yet
those that are knots
should
learn
how to untie
themselves
first
say
the wisest
contortionist
who
meditate
in
river beds
of thirst

i say Boy
beware
that
you do not
slay
the
enemy
that you can
reconcile with
or blow
out
a star
dispersing
into the
darkness’s wisps
of
smoky myth

now
of Athame
what
of its power
do you
understand

here
be the knife
you seek
come Boy
unsheathe it
from
this
Ancient land”

as
he spoke
Coyote
drew from the sheathe
Athame
holding Athame
high
till Athame
towered
above
his head
clamped
in both hands
he
plunged
Athame
like a meteorite
deep
into the
blacken ground
turning it
Blood
running red
then
he turned his back
On
the Boy
and walked
Towards
the dark
fading
with Each
distancing stride

Boy
stepped
forward
and with his left hand
pulled
the plug
Athame
from the
Oozing
red clay

he
awoke
bound
by
silver braided hair
which seemed
to bear hug
them to the
rotting
Morpheus tree

let
me tell you
my friends
Boy was he
Astonished
astounded
even
as To find
still
Clutched
in his left hand
was
Coyotes blade
Athame

with
the blade
he severed
the Prophetess’s
bindings
which
fell to
the ground
with a dropped corpse
thud
the
Prophetess
blood
curdling scream
woke
the Banishedman
from his
knocked
out
induced
sleep

to his feet
he did leap
flaming sword
in hand
which
cut off
the Prophetess head
in
one
deadly sweep
the boy
lent Down
and picked up
his scythe
and
turning he felled
the
Morpheus tree
and
Dispatched
in
great blithe
the wailing
motherless
hungry hatchlings
out of pity
i suppose

then
Boy and
Ban crossed
the bridge
towards
their different fates
each
my friends
with their
emotions
in completely
different
states

chap 14

it was on
the
fourth day
at
twilight
after
they had
crossed
the bridge
that
their road

(dramatic music )

passed
sliced
through
a Gothic village
whose
gallows
jutted out
over a ridges chin
from
a beam
hung a Gorilla
Trapped
in a cage
chandelier
which
he swung
back
and
forth
to keep
the
Tormenting
black winged spawn
away

he
begged
from them
some essence
which
Ban threw to him
And
On catching
he did
he sure did
quaff
the lot

after
he’d
double checked
the canteen
was empty
he
tossed it back
to the
traveling duo
with
immense gratitude
and
a tad bit
of
advice

” i
know not
who you are
but
in my final twilight
i
shall call
youse
my friends
do not
i warn
friend like
enter
that damned village
for it is
full
of despicable
cowardly fiends
for
you can see
i
have sought out
more
hospital
lodgings
to dwell
inn

soon
my happiness
shall
descend
into the valley
below
my proud
chin

all day
i have been
brooding
under
the glare
of the
Godless light
within
my
steel emotions
cage
knowing
All to well
these
black feathered spawn bastards
wish
to steal
my thinking
Id
from my locked chest

it
is said
that a god
created gravity
just
so that we could fall
but
i feel
to blame gods
for our lack
of
evolution
is
So banal

now
My friends
On that note
i do declare
I shall
fall
as
a ripe fruit
falls
from a tree
as a
fugitive
With
possession
of A certain
knowledge

swing
swing
WHOOPEEEEEEE !”

with
his last
battle cry
the
Gorilla
pulled
the chain
with
all
his alMighty
which
broke a link
in the
connecting chain
plunging
him from
our
travelers sight

with
the Gorilla
dearly departed
they
turned
to be
quickly away
but
when they turned around
a
village mob
blocked
their pathway
some
held torches
some carried
a pitchfork
or a hoe
however
they
were not
in their minds
thieves
so
Nay none
held
a bent bow

they
were lean
and
stood tall
their skin
was blotchy
and
they had
long
cattle faces

they advanced
pitchforks
pointing
like spears
hoes held
like
A murderous man’s
axes
shadow

of
in the
mountains
a Coyote
howled
lovingly
at the ghoulish moon
and
a
one blue eyed
Rock Giant
who lived
down
in the
valley below
began
to croon
as
heads bounced
and
limbs clambered
as members
of the village
fell
to
the ground
and
were kicked
and booted
off
in
panic
over the ledge
following
the Gorillas
wake
as
the mob
tried to flee
Bans
flaming swords
branding
edge

villages
trying
for the boy
were
cut off
at the ankles
and
were left
to
slither
awaaaay

Well
My friends
only
two walked
away
from that
unfair fight
leaving
behind them
a pile
of
rotten husks
to
decay
under
tomorrow’s
Unforgiving
light

chap 15

after
two
Or three days
downward
trekking
away
from the village
their
winding path
had
wound
down
into
The Crooning Valley

their
strides were
quick
for both knew
this
place of shadows
was
nowhere to dilly dally
to
either side
of
the path
were the skeletons
of
extinct beasts
standing around
Looking like
abandoned
haunted hookers

A
chill pimp wind
strode
through
the
valley
Seeming
to Carry
the skeletons
enticing
scents
and
hungry growling’s
To
The travelers
senses

then
part of the
cliff
leaned forward
with an
avalanche
of
debris
and the
Crooning Rock Giant
appeared
before them
with bold curiosity
he
cracked a smile
across
his
rugged terrain
face
trying
to tell the
Taken
aback
travelers
he was in good cheer

leaning
forward on
his Rocky throne
He said
in an authoritative
tone
with
a voice
that sounded like
there was loose gravel
inside
of a
Shiny brass trombone

“travelers
your path leads
to the
Eroding shores
of the abyss
why
oh why
do you
Foolishly quest there ?”

well
Ban
had no
known reason
So remained In weary
silence

however

Boy
happily
told of his quest
with flair
to his new
audience
of one

“my
mother
sent me forth
to slay a mighty
god

telling
me to walk
briskly and let
my
foot prints
misguide those
who
shall follow me
with ill intent
on
the long
cobbled slave road
that
snakes west
till
we comes
to a jaded arch
then the battle where
his
soul dwells
is just a
quickening breaths march

But
exactly
where well she
couldn’t say before
to
the Fates
Death did Return her

my
mother
also said
from the coyote
ask
of him
his eclipsed
cast
moon stone knife
Athame
he’ll lend
you Athame
Boy
but
beware
not his life

so
my path
leads me west”

then
Adamant
raised
a mossy
green eyebrow
and
shook his
balding
craggy head
then
rumbled

then stopped

started again
faster
so they could
understand him
as
for most
beings
rock giant words
would sound
jumbled
if they ever
bothered
to
listen

“the
arch you
seek Boy
is at the end
of this here valley
at
the top
of the stairs
you’ll
descend
onto the plain
which
if you cross
you’ll
reach the Hedge

around
the Hedge
are the
caves of transcend
whose
dark opaque eyes
look inward
naval gazing
over the plain
their backs turned
so they don’t
see
in front of them
the shore
crumbling into
the
BogeyGods
encroaching abyss
whose
swirling
colorless
blue essence
Is a sea
that drowns many
in its
serum
bliss
depths

butbut butbut

your journey Child
to kill
A God
is
beyond all realms
of
nature

MADNESS madness

that’ll
end in vain

turn
away from
this dire path
while
your youth
may change
your
mothers
fruitless
ill
conceived
campaign

you
see i
sit contemplating
amongst
the
scattered bones
of many
great civilization’s

I
Tasted
their Dried hearts
filled
with tales
of
many a hero
who
never considered
their paths tolls

by
the mirth
on your
moon face
Boy
i talk to
You
as if i converse
with
the emptiness
of time
itself

you
remind me
of a being
i once
or twice
met
through the eon’s
called Coyote
he
was always
full
of himself
yet
the Coyote
does not know
the light
around
the moon
in the darkest past
is just
an
illusion

at
night
if the wind
takes
the right path
I’ll hear
his echo
still
praying
to the moon
as if their
wills
are in
A secret
collusion

it is
with
my knowledge
of
the past
i council you
to abandon
your
Foolish quest
For
there are
dangers
with
each new day
and
Not Waking
When
a cock Is crowing
is
no harbingers jest
to ignore

ah
but maybees
your
as
Adamant
as I ”

the
Rock Giant
My friends
rumbled on
not realizing
he
was talking
to
No ears

for if he watched
the
travelers
had
slipped off
his rumblings
heading
Of west
along
the
valley floor
towards……………what

chap 15

thunder
rolled
across
the bronze skies
with the sound of
a
thousand
charging
soldiers shields
in
battle
colliding

within
a hovel
warmed
by a
lightning birthed
fire
Two
desperadoes
were
hunkering down
hiding
from
The
Bad weather

devouring
spit honey glazed
roasted
bat wings
and
quaffing
spiced
Hot
mulled
rain drop wine

Now
My friends
our
two travelers
unknowingly
rested
in the shadow
of
a goddess’s
Abandoned
derelict
shrine

after
the storm
had passed
through
the
moonlight
filled
a valley Stream
the
goddess
walked
barefoot through
playfully
drowning
leaves gliding past
with
her dainty
big toe
in
the shallow
golden
waters
seam

then
as she
neared her
shine
the goddess
became
away
of the travelers
fire
and smelt
their inane
dreams
going up
in
smoke

Mira
hoped
unto herself
that
they were not
Holy Bald Priest
for
she had long ago
suffered
at
the
Hands
of
Bogeygods
servants

for
you see
my friends
when she was younger
the
Bald Priests
had transversed
the
abyss
to invade her realm
their
Bear Warriors
fought maniacally
and
did the realm
of
Labyrinth
they
overwhelm
her
Minotaur army
Was hacked
to
bloody pieces
as
they fought
to defend
their land
and
their Goddess
Queen Mira

In
Triumphant
captivating
Victory
the Priest
transported
their prize
to a strange land
Deep
Deep
under
the abyss
within
a whales
echoing
metal spleen

their
fleet
of whales
beached upon
the sandy shores
of a land
they said
Was
Level Four

there
on the
beach
to a
lot of robotic
rhythmic
chanting
Mira
was made
the spoke
of the Holy Wheel
of
Adore
she
was rolled
through a
glass Glacier city
to its
temple
where
they mounted
on an axis
the
wheel altar

religiously
every
eight circles
all of the
cities
populace
would congregate
without falter
for the Holy Rites
of
immortality
which
required
the
Mortal elites
to
suckle milk
from
her breasts
then
in her
name they’d
break their children
upon
the wheel
their
raw torn flesh
they
did force her
to feast
upon

as
one
darkness
did approach
Mira gazed
despairingly
through
glazing tears
at the rainbows
that
swam
intricate
symbolic
patterns
through
the abyss
sky
a being
of
man form appeared
Dreamily
Before her
with eyes as
golden
as the moons
halo

with
a wink
and
a grin
he cut her
in
disbelief free
of
the bloody
Wheel
of Adore

with
quick cunning and dare
he
carried her
through her prison
through
the sleeping city
to
the sandy shore

there
he stood
wild head
tilted
up at
the raining sky
and
howled
calling
to his moon

as
Mira’s rescuer
Howled
a moon beam
of
pale light
parted the abyss
and
carrying Mira
safely
in his
cradling arms
Coyote
slid
down the moonbeam
splash landing
safely
into
a lagoon
from which they
crawled laughing
ashore

Together
They took
refuge
in the depths
of a
forgotten
den

when
Mira woke
her savior
her lover
was gone
with
her kisses
like a
common
Garden
variety silver tongue
knave

Quickly
swatting the
Still
bleeding memories
away
From Her doe’s eyes
Mira
Slowly stealthily
picked
her dawning
way
towards
the shrines entrance
to
lay her eyes
upon
her Sleeping foes
sheltering
within
her
Protection

with
Over half
the
distance crossed
she paused
to draw her
Deadly
black bladed
rapier
of woe

“permit
that dumb
flea bitten duo
that travel due west rest
they
mean you
no bloody harm
i do
my dear attest”

within
a blur
Mira spun
beautifully
into
a side bow
stance

the
bemused
yellow
Right eye
of
Coyote
did woes
needle point tip
nearly
lance
yet
with calm
Coyote
brushed
woe
like a fly
from the sight
of
his Nearly blinded
eye

not
so easy
to brush
aside
was Mira’s wronged look
that
asked
why you bastard

Coyote
trapped
by her tears
in
the corner
of
her doe eyes
gave a
gruff sigh
to
her unspoken question
Then
gave her a defensive
reply
“Mira love
you’re a goddess
not an arrow
that cannot travel
Forward
without
her bow
why
have you placed yourself
in a
Time Containing quiver
Waiting
till your liberator beau
Rescues
You again”

Mira
sheathed her Woe
and
Coyote walked
right
into her
Forgiving
embrace
which
My friends
was in hind sight
unwise

her
knee
slammed
crunched
into his crutch
popping
his cunning eyes wide
with
watering surprise
as he
crumpled
curled up
wormish
into
the muddy valleys floor
with
a stifled
Pride hurt
groin
groan

Coyote
he knew
his
silver tongue
Words
had failed
to win
atonement
so with
Mira’s regal back
turned
to
him
so she could
pretend
to watch
the new light
flood the land
Coyote
slipped away
into the future
as
from the present
he
My friends
was
sorely done

chap 16

the
new light was warm
the
new light was bright
rousing
the bushed travelers
from
their dirt beds

they
rejoined the trail
sluggishly
plodding
like
they were
ox
trying
to pull
the covers of
darkness
back
over
the orb
of light

Mira
Secretly followed
her
two
overnight
uninvited
guest
out of
curiosity

towards
the
scoundrel
Coyote
her heart
still flared
bright
with
animosity

as
she followed
the two
chin wagging
travelers
Mira
became
more aware
that
she was
Lost and lonely
or
lonely
and un located
these
compounding
thoughts
became a physical
sensation
that turned
her
soft supple skin
to
stone

thus
My friends
began
the inner
dialogue
of the goddess Mira

“in
retrospect
i
always felt
alone
and
lost
beyond all hope
even
in my
Own realm
Labyrinth
which
was mapped
corner to corner
i
found myself
lost in the mire
of
the social
world
of a goddess’s
obligations

on
the damned
Wheel of Adore
Where
the High Priest
bound me
to their
Sterile
foreign land
I
at least from obligations
Had
Some
respite

Even
Today
Coyotes
bite
was gouging
for
even now
i stand like
an
arrow
awaiting
in a quiver
damn me
this
stream at my feet
i
must command
as my bow
to
launch me
shoot me
sacrifice me
into life’s ocean
but
if
i
could not escape
My previous
trapped fate
alone
how
can i
expect to escape
this cursed
statures
position
which
is my
unwitting
ward spell
for when my company
the
travelers
Do repel

arrrgh

was
Coyote
correct
am i
unwilling
to be that
which i
claim

others
seem to
think
i have powers
they can suckle
from
me
for their own
corrupted
gain

was
Coyote
telling the truth
when
he attested
the
overnight
uninvited
guests
meant me no
harm

maybe

It’s true
but
what ulterior motives
does
he conceal
with
His
snide
handsome charm

Damn
these foreboding
doubts
i
cannot answer
except
with
my own
Trusted counsels
envision

to
find answers
i must follow
the
path west
after the travelers
not
dwell
in this self
derision ”

Mira
then ran buoyantly
onward
upon
the surface
of the
westward flowing
stream
as if she were
a
Water
sprite

when
Mira reached
the fabled
Ancients of Fates
Jade Stone
constructed portal arch
she
could see
her
distant quarry
were in
quite
the plight

chap 17

When
My friends
the travelers
arrived
fatigued
at the jade arch
the
orb of light
had
just overtaken
them

climbing
the stairs
towards them
was
a Lumberman
of
distinguished
eon’s

on
sighting Ban
and who he
thought
was his young page
he
stopped
to study them
recognize Them
with
his large
marsupial type
eyes
That
Were jewels
Encrusted on a
Friendly
rough bark carved
face
which had been
scared
by an eon’s
ravishing
consuming
fires
his limbs protruded
out
from
a Golden hemmed
white robe
which had been
spun
professionally
from
willo the wisp
milk
in
his right hand
he carried
a carved snake
shaped staff
common
Long ago
amongst
his ilk

he
looked
like someone
who
would carry
up those sleeves
a lot
of clever tricks
and
when he spoke
his voice sounded
like the
chattering
of nesting
Starving
impatient
chicks

not recognizing
Ban as
Drakon
Botree
began imploring
their
aid

“Oh lord
and page
please tell
can
you perhaps
help
the humble
once Great
orator
Botree

For
below
the Thoth tree
is
about to bear
Fruit
for
the trees
last
Surviving
Devotee

my
five little bats
echo’s
have warned me
that
the Hierophant
under
the Abyss
has sent forth
the legendary
mercenary
Bear Clans
with his
Bald Headed Priests
to
assist
in the unholy
destruction
of
the Thoth tree
and
the capture
of
the last
of the
Thoth trees
fruit
in the name
of their
BogeyGod

(as a trembling afterthought)
oh
also they plan
to execute
the
last Devotee
as she knows
how
to propagate
with
Thoths
root
which oddly
BogeyGod
foretold
in his
Memoirs”

off
in the fading
distance
from out of the mass
shadow
of the
Hedge
rumbled the
sound
of battle axes
banging
impacting
on
Battle shields
A
sound
to
Fair put your teeth
on the abyss’s
edge
My friends

Ban
having
recognized
Botree
replied

“i will go
to
your aid
my lost friend
for
i hear
the music of
war
enticing
me to dance

there
is
righteousness
with
your cause
and
it appears
in spite
of myself
my fate
I
have
decided

let me
therefore
greet
my fate with joy
and
the ignorant
with
my blade
for
Botree
thine
enemy is mine
and
my blades justice
they
shall
not evade ”

the
Ban then went
step step stepping
down the
Two thousand
Jaded
jade Stone stairs
followed
by Botree
and
the boy
towards
their enemy
to
engage

they
gathered
at the
Thoth tree
Botree
Boy
and the
Ban

the
Devotee sat
transmuting
her reality
under the shade
of
the Thoth trees
crown
in the
lotus
position

the
whispered chanting
of
omni omni
shot out
of
her trunk
followed by a
repercussion
Across
the battlefield
to be
as a nasally
bass
emission

the
Bear Clan
Warriors
marched boldly
to their own
war mantra
getting
ever closer
towards
their goal
then
to the Trinity’s
surprise
Standing up
within
the Thoth trees
crown
To read
from
a scroll
was the last
Scarecrow Knight
wraith

his
lips loudly
Read prayers
from
the scroll
yet all
the gathered could
hear
from his lips
was the
Rhythmic
clanging
of
cymbal shields

For
a blink
the Ban
found himself
standing
surround
by
gently waving
chalk wheat
he blanked
clearing
the memory
which
in another blink
was replaced
by
the approaching
Bald headed priest
bear clan
warriors
hoard

As
they began to
charge
Forward
to fell
The Thoth trees
Crown
the
wild white
field flowers
tried
valiantly
to hold
back
their advance
but
before they could
subdue
the bear warriors
with their
honey
fragrant scent
they
were trampled
down

Ban
sprinted
to
meet a fate
was
this fate
my friends
known
to the last
Scarecrow Knight
wraith
who had
taken his leave
into
the Thoth trees
crown

the
Bear Warriors
leaped
to encircle
the Ban
and
triumphantly cheered
but
the congregations
chorus
of jubilation
became
painfully muted
as
the fiery
blade
like a
contagious disease
regardless
of rank
Swept
Away bare
lives

fuzzy
bear faces
fell to the ground
in surrender
of
Their souls
traitorous
deadly
affair
as
the Bans sword
swept
upwards
casting
their urn ready
ashes
of the souls
falling
vessels
into
the sweltering
air

Ban
fought as
one
who
will not surrender
in
his obligation
to win
victory
or
defeat

Boy
charged and leaped
Sprightly
onto the
Wide
broad walk shoulder plates
of the
Bear Warriors
with
a
knowing
recognizable
grin

like
floating stepping
stones
sculptures
throughout
Adamants
bonsai garden
from
boulder to
boulder
with his
scythe
thrice his height
Boy
stepped
his deadly
waltz waltzing
waltz
cleaving
heads
off just
a cut
above
the boulder

Botree
stood back
defiantly
holding his staff
As if he was
throwing
a hunting
spear
at the copper sky
from
which
fell like rain
deadly
Icicle shards
That
pierced the
air
with many
a death
cry

from
under
the ancients
jade arch
Mira’s
heart
pulled at her
to
join the
One sided fray
with
doe eyes fixed
solely
upon
the bloody battle
Mira
didn’t know
she
had become
easy prey

Mira
drew Woe
in a step
thinking towards
joining
the war

her
bald eagle eye
predator
Thinking
he’d been
spotted
charged
like a wild boar
his
two swords
jutting
out from
his hands like
deadly tusk
seeking
Succulent
flesh
to playfully
lance
Mira stepped fast
throwing
her Woe
arm
behind her
in
a reverse
bow stance
followed
by a
graceful sweep
catapulting
her sword
at
the sneaky
bald headed Priest
it flew
with precision
and on
the
priest boarish heart
woe
did feast

Mira
retrieved
her Woe
from her
fallen foe
who
once
at her breast
had
Greedily
suckled
stealing
her goddess’s
immunity

with
woe un sated
Mira
joined the battle board
of
My friends
the
tilted contest
in progress
still
the fight
wasn’t
yet doused
for in the Bans
hand
Drakons
spirit still burned

a
Bear Warrior
comforting Ban
with
confronting
taunts
felt the wind
spin
the Ban
who
spun
with the wind
the
warriors
axe arm
was hacked
of at the
boulder which
smoldered
and smelt rank
to the closing
in
bear warrior ranks
with
a fighters
instinct
Ban spun
around
decapitating
another bear warrior
Who
unbeknownst
to him
my friends
was
the previous
unfriendly’s
half
brother

to Bans
right
Boy
with his scythe
was laying
bloody waste
in
A state
of cold blithe
killing
all
with apparent ease
as
he crossed
his path
of
boulders
with the most
Graceful
brutal
efficacy
dispatching
his enemies
in lots
of even sevens

three
Bear Warriors
hurled
themselves
onto
the tiring
Ban
dragging
him down

Mira
saw
the Ban
in trouble
as
an ill wind
blew
through
Thoths
Wanted crown

two
Bald Priest
had climbed
aboard
Their Bear Warriors
shoulder plates
to
engage
the
boy
in combat

The
Priests halberds
rang
against
the
Boys scythe
As
they traded
vigorous
blows
in a contest
of
tit
for
tat

Till
bad luck
struck
and
Boy was Knocked
from
the bear warriors
boulders
clobbered
By a
Flying hammer

Knocked
down
semi conscious
growing cold
He lay
dead
still
on
The Bloody
muddy
Ground
feeling like
he was been
Trampled
Over
by
a stampeding
heard
of centaurs

he
hadn’t

Chap 18

Saturn
was an
Albino
when i truth
Saturn
was
a chalk wheat
farmer
who’s skin
was stained white
from
the ash
created
when he harvested
his
crop circle
with
his
scythe
within
a lightning flash

he
had picked up
a
stranger
on
the way to
the
city of Labyrinth
docks

The
strangers
facial
color
he had only seen
on
the rebels
the
Bald headed priest
tamed
bear warriors
left
to die
in the stocks
but
then their
skin
was sickly
greenish blue
not
the beautiful shade
of
essence blue
you see
once
in a blue moon

the
stranger
wore a black tripod
Cap’ns hat
which
as they
rolled into
the
city’s view
he doffed
to the
ladies
who
giggled
smiled
and
merrily skipped
away

Saturn
kept wondering
if the stranger
had eyes
to see the
orbs light
for he
couldn’t see
the stranger’s eyes
because
of two
opaque disc
of
black glass
suspended
by wire
covered
the cavities
where Saturn
hoped
his eyes
would
of the
land
be polite enough
to
enquire

rather
than go through
the city’s
Maze like streets
Saturn
steered the wagon
round
the
coast road
a
dangerous
short cut
for time
to get
quicker
to the
Harbor
and docks

Dangerous
My friends
to be sure
to be sure
As
bandits
would oft steal
a
merchants load
as
they rolled
out
of sight
from the cities
Minotaur
guards

and
as it so
happens
as
Saturns
sacks
of
phosphorus
white soot
laden
wagon
rounded a bend
in the
road
five
archer armed
bandits
sprang up
like fire imps
From the
bushes
that hid
their
dishonest
intentions

the
bandit leader
shouted
a command
as
the serene
coastal air
became
Tension
fuelled
“stand
and bloody
deliver
or I’ll dine on
your
Fried liver ”

the
Cap’n was already
making
his last stand
Looking
dangerous
standing behind
Two pointing
flintlocks
his
lightning fast
movements
stunning
The
Bandit leader
allowing
the Cap’n
to
take advantage
of
the bandits
sudden
incoherence

the
Cap’n flintlocks
made
a strange
pop popping
noise
as
their projectiles
parted time
itself
small
dark holes
appeared
on two
of the
bandits
sweating foreheads
then
two bells
did chime out
followed
in less
than a
blink
of a bandits
eye
by

two craniums shattering apart

like
a murder of
spawn
in
a chalk wheat
field
the remaining bandits
began scattering

Cap’n
bellowed jovially
“arrgh you cowardly
scurvy stand and bloody fights
or
I’ll put a hole in your green tights ”

two
bandits spun
loosening
their arrows
in panicky flight
the
Cap’n
cutlass
slid from its
barnacle scabbard
gripped
in a gloved hand
to
swat
the arrows
from the
Buzzing static
hot
still air
so
they fell
harmlessly
into sand

more
arrows followed
the fallen
towards
the
Battling Cap’ns
position
he whirled
his cutthroat
cutlass
splintering
his foes
ill intentioned
ammunition
as
he advanced
on them
with
a frightening
aggressive
snarl
there were
two more strange
pop Popping
sounds
in
quick
rapid fire
succession
as the Cap’ns left arm extended
firing
the deadly
flintlock
looking pistol
that flashed
in his left
hand

due
to the power
of
the unseen
ghost crystal
the
pops were
followed by the sound of
two
briefly
popping
ghosts
laughing
rhythmically
then
bits of bloody
skull
bone
lay in
the sand
like
hatched
zombie chicken egg shells

the
last bandit
cowardly
or wisely
had
escaped
his followers fate
By
Fleeing
funnily enough
towards
The cities
safety

However
My friends
Like all fools
Who
are blind
to their
Wrongs
He swore
an oath
to
get revenge
Some
Other aeon

while
the victor
climbed
back on up
into
the backboard
for
the
last league
to
the docks
Saturn
kept a
vigil
eye out
for more
bandits
hidden
behind the coastal
bushes

the
Cap’n had
said
as thanks
for the ride
and
as he
always pays
his fair due
he’d take Saturn
to the
Land
of Nirvana
where
no god
had ever set a table
where
the cap’n said
he’d get
a far better
price
for his sacks
of
phosphorus
white soot

long
had Saturn
dreamed
of sailing
the essence
and
seeing foreign
places
so he
took up
the Cap’n offer
well pleased
to be
In his
good graces
standing

that
evening
the ketch
with
the Cap’n
at the helm
set sail
for
the island
of Nirvana
with Saturns
sacks
of
white ash
to
sale

Saturn
sat playing
card games
with
another passenger
sharing
his flask
of
spiced rum

each
gambling behind
their
best poker
face
opaque
like masks
as
the darkness
wore on
they
folded
their hands
and
retired
below deck
into
their hammocks
to gain
the sleep
they
required
to
wake

chap 19

Saturn
found himself
bound
to a
crude cross
made from two
twisted
lighting struck
Thoth Tree
limbs
waking
In pain
he did bellow
his
positions
anger

half
naked
his black eyes
now
strangely shinning
a fiery yellow
as
sadist elite
Bear Warriors swung
skull
crushing hammers
for their
BogeyGod

slamming
iron high stakes
through
his palms
and
through
his feet
till
Saturn thought
“surely
this is
where
my wills lust
to live
crumbles into dust”

standing
on a
viewing platform
witnessing
the torture
in the city
square
were twelve
plus. one
High Bald Priest
dressed
in their
Purple robes
of
justice
for
this ghastly affair
of their
Gods
cruelty

They
watched
hauntingly
with
mocking smiles
that left only
their delight
swollen eyes
to
show their
God
driven hate

the
last hammer
strokes
fell
ringing
in Saturn’s
slowly
weeping ears
like
the bells
tolling
of an
unwanted fates
curse
then
they cut
the
Pegasus thick
braided
hair rope
that had bound
him
by his
arms and legs
so
that the weight
of
his
mortal flesh
would
hang
like A sheep’s
carcass
supported
only
by
the iron

now
the Warriors
pulled
on the Pegasus
braided
hair rope
to
suspend
the
Thoth tree cross
over
the well
of unforgiving
sight
where
Rumor
said
“salvation
was at birth
once thrown away”

then
the pale Moon
darkened
And meteorites
struck
the Bear Warriors
acting as
moorings
freeing
the
cross
to dive
gracefully
like
a widowed condor
into
the
wells sightless
depths
with its
screaming
passenger
trying to
escape
the
Pursuing
Pain

the
sudden
impact
knocked
Saturn out
colder
than the world
he
crashed
Un
ceremoniously
into

the
cross had
Turned
to ash
in the
fictions
fall
so on
the
ice surface
he lay
all
askew
in
Death

when he woke
numbed
well
beyond the
Id mines threshold
where
PAIN
was
prospecting
for agony

he
raised his head
to see
a
line of
stars
flaring murkily
as
he tried
recollecting
scrambled
memories

ice

he suddenly
thought
as a
giant shadow
rose
like cold
breath
from his
Blue
encircled mouth
to
roll gracefully
in the
air
above him
with what looked
like
a sword of ice
Heartlessly
pointing south

his
enemies sword
breathed
frostily
past
Saturns
rekindled
fiery yellow eyes
as
his head slammed
back
into the ice
to
defiantly dodge
the
moment he could
have died

then
with his
hand
black wet
with blood
from where his
pierced
flesh cried
he swung
his
arm like a fist mace
splitting
the creatures
skull
open wide
its
dead weight
floated down
on
top of
Old
man Saturn
to
lay like
a feather duvet
over him
as sleep dragged
Saturn
Of
into
The starry night

Saturn
woke as
the Ketch’s
Cap’n
tossed the creatures
form
of Him
Like it was
a Sheet
of
dried
flaked
used skin
into
the hungry
maw of the
darkness’s
blue
illuminating
moonlight

The
Cap’n knelt down
beside
Saturn
Pulling
from his sheath
a
knife
so pale
Saturns
eyes filled
with
a strange boys
memory
From
A mother
but
not her words
He knew
well

“his
mother sent him forth
to
slay a
Demented god
she said walk briskly son
and
let your foot prints
misguide
others
who follow
you
with harms
intent

follow
the slave road west
till
you come
to a jaded arch
then the
battle where
his
soul dwells
can be found
in
the cave
that swallows
light

from
the coyote
ask of him
the pale moon stone knife
he calls Athame
Coyote
shall lend
you the knife
but
beware not his life”

Saturn
held out
His stained hand
asking
for Athame

Coyote laid
Athame
gently across
his palm
as he began
to fade
as if it
was just
a crazy dream
Yes
just a
crazy dream

then
Saturn
remembered

and he sat bolt upright
sliding down a moonbeam

And he sat bolt upright
on a muddy battlefield

Athame
lit the cabin
with a
cutting pain
in Boys
bloody muddy hands
he sat
gripping
a glowing
Athame

and his mind
filled
with childhood
memories
where
he held Athame
and Athame
was pointing
at a
caves mouth

Saturn laid

back down in the hammock
back down on the battlefield

rocking gently
into
an exhausted sleep
Collapsing back
into
an exhausted
coma

Saturn
woke next
to the sound
of
panicked temple
gongs
which roused him
from
dreams
of the reap
he
came above
deck
and
saw
the island
Nirvana
for
the very first
time

he
stared at
a city
as
large as
Labyrinth
but
in
Distress

long
drawn
wailing smoke
wraths
rose
above the city
to
hover
like
menacing
storm clouds

the
sight
was quickly
followed
by the
acrid smell
of
burning flesh
and
worst bone
That
attacked
everyone’s senses
onboard
the
ketch via
Their
inquisitive
nose

one
of Cap’n crew
sounded
a
conch
from
the ketch’s bow
if
a reply
was
expected
The
conch calls
did
no sound
of
a polite
reply fetch

from
the helm
the Cap’n steered
while
holding his pipe
in the
corner
of
his wild grin
Which
only
seemed to get
Wider
After each
swig
from his
Sweet
as nectar
smelling flask
Of
Spiced rum
while
in between
swigs
he set
the crew
their tasks
with
threats
to their
Dirty mangy hides
as
they came around
to
board
the listing
island
of Nirvana

Chap 20

Landing

Two feet
Firmly planted
The
Cap’n stood
Watching
the centaur Cavalry
Cantering
out of
Nirvana’s fort
The
elite lancers
light bouncing
of their polished
helmets
and armour
formed
into ranks
to blind the pirates
who
haphazardly
spread out
from
their cap’n
In a
disorganized
lounging
motley line
The
cap,’n swigged
at his
flask
before
passing
the courage along
for
his motley crew
to swill back
before
they
engaged
in battle

Down
in the Centaur
ranks
their
peacock officer
trotted
from
flank to flank
of his troops
voicing
his logical
reason
as to why
they’d wipe
the floor
with the sea dog
scum
that dared
to board
their nirvana

For
their part
the sea dog
scum
enjoyed
their cap’n spiced rum
elixir
while waiting
for the living
to come
and die
by
their brawn
and
their steel

Looking Down
on the
centaur Cavalry
from
the top
of the listing island
they
knew they were fewer
but
they had yet to fight
a battle
where they weren’t
Nor
since meeting
their
strange
grinning cap’n
and
drinking of his
elixir
had they lost

Saturn
strolled
down
the gangplank
to join the cap’n
he now knew
was Coyote
and knowing this
Boy
did Saturn
have
an Inquisitors
list of
questions
for him

In war
questions have to wait

The
Centaur Cavalry
moved forward
at a trot
before
increasing
speed
to kick up
enough
dust
to bury the fort
that
had stabled them .
They
ploughed
up the slope
towards
the sea dogs
patchy
motley line.

Coyote
drew his twin
flintlocks
A
centaur fell
to the ground
his rear legs
Kicking
trying
desperately
to pretend
to be alive
while
it’s upper
frontal body
lay headless
and still
another
centaur fell
with similar
bad table manners
as
if in deafening
silence
for the
pop popping sound
Could not
be heard
over the
clattering
charging centaur
and
the confusion
caused
by their fallen
heard.

At
the pile ups
the following
centaur
shied up
exposing
their soft
underbelly
to the
attacking
crossbow shafts
fired
from the elixir
grinning faces
of
the mangy sea dogs

Those
that made it
through
found the
gymnastics
of the
sea monkeys
who
according to their
wise
and knowledgeable
officer
spent their days
on
the essence
throwing
their own shit
at
each other
this crossed
the mind
of
one centaur
who took
a double headed
axe
to his upper breast
that split
his polished
armour
in half
and
caved in his chest
onto
his
tired
beating heart
as his will
to live
faded
he
credited
his
assailants
shitty
technique
for his Fate

Then
Saturn
waded in swinging
his
scythe
for he was
the conductor
of death
and
The scythe
his baton
the filed
toe
of the scythe
had only
tickled his nick
yet
the centaur
seemed
to be strangling
himself
to death
with a thin
red
ribbon
before
he’d ever
bleed out
the scythe toe
unzipped
his rippled
abdomen
causing the offal
to spill out
into a pigs stye
of carnage

In
wounded panic
a centaur
tried
to flee
pass Saturns orbit
unable
to escape
graveity
the scythe
dropped down
and
was drawn
the length
of his beasts
spine
grinding
against the bone
with
a sound
similar to nails
drawn
along
a chalk board
till
the legs
went from under
the centaur
sending him
crashing
like a boulder
through
the now
disorganized
Cavalry
ranks

A
centaur
reared up
viciously
striking
it’s
civilized societies
shod
hooves
against
Saturn’s face
while
his upper body
readied
a mighty
two handed sword
to cleave
Saturn
From
Nirvana’s
mortal coil
Saturn
staggered backwards
avoiding
any
serious
un
thought out
blows
The
centaur
in triumph
threw
his full body weight
forward
sacrificing
any idea
of defence
for the victory
over
his enemy
in front of him
as
he purposely
crashed
down
on Saturn’s
position
who
seemed
to slide back in time
to
avoid
the final blow
Not
till the
aftershock
of his sword
slamming
into
the slopping ground
had
verberated
through his
human
body
did
the officer realize
the
optical illusion
That
he had
slid backwards
on the
listing islands
battlefield
Panicking
he tried
to scramble up.
He
couldn’t
raise his sword
even
in defence
as the
chalk wheat farmer
stood
on it
as if it were
a poisonous snake
Letting
go
the centaur officer
tried
to roll away
but
his former
heavy
polished
armour
and
fallen
previous
fellow centaurs
prevented
any
such move
He
lay prone
vulnerable
then hope
filled his eyes
as he saw
three lancers
bearing
down
on Saturn
to
rescue him
alas
crossbow bolts
smashed through
the rescuers
heavy armour
to find
their savior hearts
much as
pigs snouts
through the soil
root out
truffle
delicacies
The
officer
never got
to look back
as death
swept in
as
from his inside
his head
he heard
a popping noise
his
hands
clamped to his head
for the officer
knew
the answer
at the end
of the popping
quiz fizz
then his head
he tried
so hard
to hold on to

exploded

Loud
uncompressible
Shrieks
or curses
filled the void
of
polite conversations
Centaurs
trampled their own
either
to get away
or
heroically
to sacrifice
themselves
on the invaders
unforgiving
deadly shit
for
their benevolently
selfish
leaders
that watched
from
the fort towers
as
a sea
of centaur blood
began
to lap
at the forts
sealed gates

From
the back
of the Cavalry ranks
a pale
big
wild stallion
centaur
rose up
on his hind hoofed legs
a almighty massive
two
handed long sword
held
in one heroic
right hand
pointed
judgmentally
at the copper sky
at the
now opaque sky
mirrored
in his eyes
radiating
fear
into those
whose eyes
took a moment
out
of killing
or
dying
to turn their heads
at the sound
of his internal
apocalyptic
belly
burping
roar

The
light of the orb
was
vacuumed
into his
burping
orifice
and
the battle
was pitched
into darkness
Saturn
could hear
the wild centaur
approaching
his
position
As
the clanging
of
armour
bounced
of
into his ear
like bat sonar
as the
heavy armored
tank centaur
barged
a path
towards Saturn’s position
Time
seemed to pause
Then
the centaur
was upon Saturn
raining
blow after blow
down
on Saturn
who held the scythe
aloft
to shelter
from the raining

Thunder

The scythes shaft
broke
Saturns foot
skidded
out
from under him
as
he stepped
on a
bloody disembowelled gizzard
Air
rushed out
of his lungs
as he landed
impacting
with nirvana’s
bloody
muddy
ground

He
could see
the opaque eyes
the opaque sky
bearing
down
on him
as something
cold
and ghostly
went through
his chest
with all the weight
of those opaque eyes
with all the weight of
the falling opaque sky’s
force
behind it
pinning Saturn
to the ground
Saturn
could feel
his enemies
furnace breath
on his
chalk white face
Desperately
Saturn
still gripping
the jagged
scythe shaft
slammed
the pointy end
into
the wild centaur
causing
the eyes
to suddenly
disappear
from in front
of Saturn
as
the violent jerk
tore
the broken shaft
from Saturn’s
death grip

The
noise of battle
began
to recede
far from his ears .
At
his side
from out of the darkness
Coyotes
blue moon face
appeared.

Chap 21

“well Boy
I think
the Bogeygod
made a
stab in the dark
that
your the one
that’s
been having
blasphemous
thoughts”

Coyote quipped
to Saturn
as he refreshed
Saturn’s
desert dry mouth
with
his spicy elixir
so
Saturn
could rasp
back at coyote

“I thought
you said
no God
had set
foot on
Nir
vana”

“well Boy
your
blasphemous
thoughts
lead him here
correct me
if I’m wrong
but
i think Boy
your
mother warned you
to mislead
those that followed
you west
haaaha

anyways
Nirvana sunk
before
the Gods
could discover
the island
then
the essence
Receded
and
it’s ground
is what
you
currently
lie on
unconsciously
while
the battle
goes on
around you
without you ”

Saturn
shook his head
in disbelief

“your
telling
me
none
of this
is
real”

Coyote laughed

“cause it’s real
your dream
streaming
now
you
need to wake up
you’ve
got a
Bogeygod
to kill
and
it’s time
for my rats
to leave
this sinking
Nirvana . ”

“will i kill
BogeyGod
Coyote
tell me true ”

Coyotes
foot falls
faded away
but
his voice
reached
Saturn
as if
he were
whispering
secrets
into his ear
at
the
sandy crusty
bottom
of
the deep
blue
essence

“once
in a blue moon
Boy
once
in a blue moon

Chap 22

Botree
had become
overwhelmed
by
Bear Warriors
which
locked him in
a desperate
battle
for life
six
Bear warriors
encircled
the old orator
he
raised his staff
high
to block
an axe
but
took
a
Sneaky knife
in the
back

Mira
was cutting
her way
through
To
the Bear Warriors
who
swarmed
Like ants
Over
the fallen
Banishedman
who
at that moment
Wasn’t
My friends
having
a picnic

her sword
back and forth
Swished
as she
hewed
a pathway
out of the
perpetual
frying
pan

when Mira
reached
the drowning
Ban
thunder rolled out
across
the plains
Bronze sky
his
half shut
eyes
looked up
at Mira
from the
bloody
muddy ground
as
if his end
was almost
nigh

chap 23

Drakon
sat at
a table cradling
Mira
in his scaled
arms
as
he studied
her lost
face

a
befuddled expression
hid
clouded
Behind
An Exhausted
Golden
leathery face
as
he tried
to remember
her
from
a times
other
place

sitting
at the table
opposite
Drakon
were seven
Blank faces slurping
From
saucers
a blend of
sweet
smelling
teas

they
had large
dazzling
moth shaped
wings
and
perched
precariously on
Rocking golden eggs
as
they conversed
buzzing
like bees

My
friends
let me introduce
These
strange beings
to you
they Are
the Ancients of Fate

the
buzzing stopped

they all nodded

as if they had all
reached an
accord

then as
one they leant
forward
and
of Drakon they
implored

“you should try kissing her
you mindless goofy eyed fool
We doubt she is enjoying your
Punch drunk slimy puppy drool”

Drakon
still perplexed
looked
across the
dividing table
at those
gathered
as
he stared
into their face
less faces
the world outside
unwound

” who
is she
i ask thee”

seven
Ancient Beings of Fate
chortled
as one
then
stopped abruptly
their
fun dissipating
like mist

“so
many fools
know
not what
they carry
here
or
there
if
you take
her away now
we won’t
shed a tear
for
her
or
you
foolish Drakon
Nor
any other
potential martyr
stray
NOW
kiss her
you fool
don’t you know
your time
is
in decay”

Drakon
looked at
the seven winged
Ancients of Fate
dressed
in holy moth
eaten
rags
their
face less
faces
looking
much like
a dried old
orbs
bleached
wrinkled
paper shopping bags

“i
don’t believe
we have met
i
don’t think
I’d ever Forget
your
facelessness ”

after
Drakon spoke
there was an
uncomfortable
quiet
then
a low
Meditating
buzzing began
continuing
between
slurpy sips
of
sweet
smelling tea
after awhile
the
buzzing stopped
and the
center being
at the
head of the table
stood
holding a candle
in
his left
hand
and
gripped
in his right
a cross
of
petrified
wood

“we
are the
Ancients of
this Fate
you trudge
your fossil
existence
into

Your
no more
than a smudge
we do not wish
you
To
remain in
our hives domain
you
must go back Now

continue
to harvest
the ripe grain
for love
you’ll cast everything
aside

in the greatest
Known
ignorance
of the laws
yet
here you
cradle
a vision
while the beast
cradles you
in
its jaws

do i waste
my warning
words
pouring them forth
into
your
empty
corn ears

be gone
it is
well past time
we part
Drakon of Omni
layer of
fears
and
for
the last time
kiss her
you damned fool
let
your lips
ignite
the fuel ”

Drakon
bent
his head down
till
his lips
met Mira’s in
the gentlest
fairy tale
cliche
kiss

Chap 24

the Bans
hand
reached up
pulling
Mira down
into a kiss
of wondering
thunder
bellowed across
the darkening
bronze sky
like
eight million
divinities
chundering
the
Priest and
their Bear Warriors
in fear
fell upon the ground
for never
had the heavens
seemed
so monstrous
in its sound
through
the army
of cowardly
prostrate forms
danced
a risen fossil
white chalk face
Boy
with his scythe
thrice his height
harvesting
a congregation
of war
with joy

“be
afraid of me
when
i appear
for i am the force
immortals
fear
never will
my
justice’s will
be
replaced
by your cowardly trill
That
you’ll sing
for your souls
redemption
with your
tuneless ditty
you
who committed
crimes
because your deity
loves
to forgive them
your
BogeyGod
cannot save you
nor you him
four your being
i
solemnly condemn”

these words
seemed to sit
in
the abattoir
like air
for all
to in prayer read
Few
stood in the boys path
that he was sweeping
with his scythe
A
few rose against
his words
A straggly brute
of a bear warrior
blocked his way
He
hid his fears
behind
a shield
bracing
for the impact
which hit him harder
than a Minotaur
in full charge
the
shield exploded
into
a shower
of White hot powder
under
the stress
of the scythes
timed impact
the
warrior
was left
as if he
stood naked
in chains
on an auctioneers
block
as the scythe
came down
upon him
like a auctioneers gavel

soul sold

the boy
ran through the warriors
dividing
bodies
the halves
fell aside
for death.

A
young
beardless
warrior
like his father
before him
refused
to die
on his knees
and
stood
striking out
blindly
at the scythe
wielding Boy
with
his family sword
which was
passed
from generation
through the air
missing
the target
as the boy passed
under
the decapitating blow
in a dancing state
of limbo
for
a moment
the young warrior
thought
death
had escaped him
but
he had not escaped
death
a hot shower
of
blood washed
over
his face
like a bucket
of
icy cold water
snapping
his eyes open
in time
for him to see
a fellow warriors
head
fly pass him
in his
bloods wake
before
the fin
of the scythe
followed
it’s signature
harvesting move
by
taking off his
head

As Boy
neared the cave
two
brave warriors
stood to challenge
deaths
right to pass
freely
amongst them
Boy
saw through his
innocent
boy eyes
their dull
lifeless faces
covered
in dust
stuck to their faces
by sweat
as if the undertaker
had
already thrown in
the first spade
of graveyard mound dirt
They stood
legs apart
pointing
leveled spears
at the rapidly
approaching
white faced
smiling boy
who skidded
to a halt
before the spear tips
Hels
boy stood
a relax smile
on his face
as tears welled up
in
the warriors eyes
as they saw
their fate
in the eyes
behind the eyes
that calmly
blinked
their final seconds
away
Without
changing
his becalmed
appearance
the boy
brushed aside
the spears
as if they were
a couple
of loose strands
of hair from
in front of his eyes
not
quite over
his strife
one
of the warriors
pulled
a knife
which the boy
slapped
away
with a hand whose size
belied
it’s strength
the warrior jumped
backwards
as
the scythe wheeled
through
the air
whistling a Merry tune
before
Biting into
the warriors
final
thoughts
about how miserable
his life with strife
was
and
to cheer himself up
how
many wenches
would now fight
for the honor
to sit upon his thighs
to pour grog down
his parched
heroic
gob
in the kingdom
to soon come
Thoughts
unfinished
his leftover body
groveled
momentarily
at the boys feet
for
what was already lost
The
last warrior
between
Boy
and the cave
that swallows light
had broken
into a
battle warriors
wearied reflex
producing
a nasty looking
serrated edged dagger
Boys form twirled
the scythes staff around
as if it were a baton
bringing
the butt
of the staff
down
hard
on the bears
thick wrist
causing
the offending hand
to
drop the empty threat
As
the warriors head
dropped
in defeat
the staffs butt
smashed
into his nose
turning
his proud flesh
to a bloody
strawberry pulp
as
the warrior
staggered backwards
tripping
over
one of his
prostrate comrades
impaling
himself
on an
abandoned shields
spike
causing
what sounded like
a
resigned sigh
to escape
his feared
dried lips.

Chap 24

and
as Mira
and
the Banishedman
had
their first kiss
Hels boy
reached the cave
that swallows light
With
Coyotes Athame
in hand
he brought
the
mystical weapon
down
to cave in
the Bans Skull
Bans
head
lolled backwards
emitting
the BogeyGods
fuel
into the air

Mira
screamed
at the blood
spraying
towards her
Where
it ignited
Drakons blood
the
still standing
Bear Warriors
hearts
all bled
then
the heat
from the collision
radiated out
in ever
increasing
razor wire waves
swamping
the plain
in air so hot
blood vaporized
and
the flat land
of nirvana
buckled into
concave’s

untethered
flaming sheets
of skin
flew away
on the hot air
like
phoenix kites
Bald Headed Priest
watching
from the Hedge
blessed themselves
before
exploding outwards
sucked
down
from their pulpit
heights
as
if time
stood still
Coyote
watched the waves
shimmer
towards his position
watching
the Bald Priest
and their
Bear Warriors
wash
towards him
in the bloody screams
emission
the
ground below
where
he stood
erupted
in the form
of a giant root
which
reached up
coiling
around Coyote
as
a protective
green cocoon
shoot
the
tree of Thoth
gathered
into
its old
tinder dry branches
the dying Botree
his
large dying eyes
looked questioning
into
the heart
of the Thoth tree
there
he saw
the vision of the
Devotee
incubated
deep within Nirvana
her
belly swollen
with the seed
of Thoth
waiting
the new aeon
to give
birth
then
with a
shared
knowing smile
the Thoth tree
and
Botree
combusted
bursting
into ash flames
and
were
consumed
vaporized
in
the one pure
baptism
of the dead
from which none
can be exhumed

or
my friends
can
they be
exhumed

Chap 25

The
season of silence
lasted
for a long
unknown
span of existence
before
the aeon
of
the seemingly
endless
sleepy essence rain
began
Falling
over
the plain

a
lake of essence
buried
the nirvana plain
from
which the essence
did
not drain
even
when the aeon
of
dry horror storms
whipped
the lake
into a frenzy
causing
a channel
to blindly
carve
through the hedge
to link
the fresh essence
with
the old brine
of the abyss
Allowing
the salmon
to run
through the channel
and
spawn
in the fresh essence
They
seemed
to ignore
and
showed
no curiosity
towards
the skulls and bones
from
the past eon’s
that littered
the lakes floor
glowing
in the dark
like
constellations
when
the golden moon
searched
the essence
for
a myth.

chap 26

Mira stood
in the doorway
screaming
at the sight
of Drakon
sitting
unconscious
or
dead
on the sofa
feet up
head
tilted back
a blood worm
crawling
out his nose

Pill bottles
sat
upended
out numbering
an
empty bottle
of
foursquare
spiced rum
on a
rustic coffee table
that
a note was pinned
to
via an
heirloom
Athame knife
with
the name
Moon
engraved
boldly
across the blade

Dropped
on the floor
like
a rag doll
the
neighbor
found
Mira
cradling
her
swollen belly
which
cocooned
their Boy
behind her
cute
rainbow
dna
tattoo

The
ambulance came
and
carried Drakon
and Mira
into the
metropolises
hospital .

Alone
In the
crowded
waiting room
Mira
tried to out
stare
the
blinking florescent
lights
trying
their hardest
to
illuminate
the empty
corridor
to
pass the time
while
Mira
waited
almost
desperately
for the doctor
to come
squeaking
down
in their
official
soles
to
give her
with some kindness
any
kind of news
about
Drakons
critical
condition.

She
was ready
Mira
told herself

In a room
lit
by
a full moon
city lights
and
monitors
a machine
held
onto
Drakons life
as Mira
woke
holding a
hairy red hand
that fails
to respond
when she
contracts
and
presses
Drakons
hand
questioningly
for a response
an
acknowledgement

from
the hospitals
bed
side cabinet
lit
by the moons
reflecting
stare
a picture
of a
blue heeler
stood guard
over
his master

now

my friends
come closer
there
hanging on a
moon silver
tag
from the collar
an
inscription
reads
Coyote

Drakon
looked around
groggily
at the seven
Ancients of Fate
dressed
in
moth eaten rags
their
creased
face less faces
looking
like
dried old
sun bleached
wrinkled
paper bags

“who are

i don’t believe

we
have
ever met

i don’t

think
your
facelessness
I’d forget ”

after
Drakon
had spoken
bewilderedly
there was
a very
uncomfortable
quiet
then
a low
buzzing began
continuing
between sips
of sweet
smelling tea
after
a while
the
buzzing stopped
and
the being
at
the head
of the table
stood
he
held a candle
in his left hand
and
in his right
he held
a cross
of
petrified wood
which
was
haphazardly
been used
to stir
the aromatic
pot of tea
that
after he
sipped
the brew
made
Drakons
tongue
feel like
snake fur

“we
Drakon the Omni
are
the
Ancients of this Fate
you trudge
your existence
is
no more
than a smudge
we are a foe
to one
a lover to
few
a servant to
all
a friend some
woo”

Drakon the Omni
gave
a sigh
then
he gave
his
surly reply

“i am the one
and i am done”

the
manifestations
of Fate
conjointly
shook their heads
then they
let their thoughts
fall
cascade
with
the weight
only
the cursed
dreads

“you
Drakon the Omni
are
not the ONE
and
with your souls
tea time
we
are not DONE
however
we
do not wish
that
you remain
in
our domain
you
must go back
To
your serfdom
to finish
your
inescapable fate
Now
bottoms up
and
bygones

Oh
and
one last thing
Drakon the Omni
for
fates sake
Wake up
and
Kiss her”

Introduction

And
whom
are we
you ask
my friends
well
it was
rude of
us
not to
introduce
ourselves
at
the end
for we
are
The Ancients of Fate

Prologue

© bg 2016.

note – this is  a rewrite of my Banishedman and the Ancients of Fate from 2012, a lot added, a lot changed ,some removed . I hope my friends you enjoy my fun  🙂

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a coming

BUT

has failed

Re pe at edly

to include

“wanker”

Re pe at edly

Getting that feeling

Re pe at edly

That I’m trapped
connected
by wires
in a CD carousel

Spinning

round and round

Re pe at edly

at
a Mary Poppins

B&D fair

Searching for

THE SOUL DISC

The Omnimaniac controller

Keeps
belligerently

Re pe at edly

punching
my buttons

programming
Me
to find

but
big
but
a coming

BUT

has failed

Re pe at edly

to include

“wanker”

© bg 2011

cant get to the moon

i was told by the preacher man
you can’t get to the moon lad
least you count backwards lad
you gotta know
you gotra know
your numbers backwards lad

i stared into the eyes of a skull
i knew evil for i saw its mind
and the skull to me was kind
what did i understand i did mull

the drink swept me away from land
i was drowning and the angles sang
in the heavens they didnt give a dang
twas the damned that gaveth me a hand

i was told by the preacher man
you can’t get to the moon lad
least you count backwards lad
you gotta know
you gotra know
your numbers backwards lad

carved a pawn i was moved from black to white
and when i was well and truely beaten at life
i choose to abandon all the sacrificing strife
i sat and watched the kings smite the mite

i finger painted panoramas of wrongs
yet the world justified my artistic view
my foot prints in the sand spelt adieu
cause theres no afterlife where all belong

i was told by the preacher man
you can’t get to the moon lad
least you count backwards lad
you gotta know
you gotra know
your numbers backwards lad

© bg 2016

trick or treat

we
as a species of ego
are
often
hurt by false love
by
plastic flowers
that
die in plastic pots
after
the sun has melted
the
petal abacus
we
counted love on

but

on
the blind side
we
are just as often
able
to forgive false tears
while
enjoying pity sex

yes

we
laugh on Halloween
dressed
as a rubber Trojan
while
nailing the wooden mare
to
the pillow fort
we
made

©bg 2011