andrew149 Poetry (264)

Unquestionably,
Clearly indubitable!
Certainly, Haiku.

Gliding…….
Black like a shadow,
Over slate grey, white crested waves,
Shaped by winds and currents,
That relentlessly, turn and toss,
Of seven foot span,
Sleeping on the wing,
South now from far north,
Almost home at last,
Rare, Blackfoot Albatross.

I have a cactus that for a year now, has sat on my windowsill,
It doesn’t seem to do very much,
Can’t stroke it, it’s too prickly to touch,
I talk to it every day,
Though it doesn’t seem to respond in any way,
I water it and feed it in little bits,
But, whatever I do, it just sits,
Perhaps…..I should resolve to get it to grow by will!

What if….The white horses that crash upon the sand,
Instead of being water, were roiling dust?
Rolling in an unstoppable gallop across the land,
Instead of being blessed, would they be cussed?
But, of course….They already do!
And, in the dust, beneath their hooves crush,
For the short term benefit of me and you,
Killing the rain forest in a headlong rush!
Beautiful white horses, more than slightly soiled,
Even now on the virgin land,
Since being born in the sea, heavily oiled,
Gallop too, on to soft white coral sand.
And, when all is black, brown and grey,
Some will look smiling to their bank account, others will weep,
Sadly, what more can I say?
How can we now, this once blue and green earth keep?

Hands held high,
A palpable atmosphere descends around her, of doom coming nigh,
A laugh….As outstretched fingers grasp the air,
Sudden strong gusts of wind start to tousle her bright red hair,
Then….Long fingers made into a fist,
A quick flick of the wrist,
A lightning flash,
A nearby tree is felled….. Turned to trash!
Dark clouds around her begin to race,
Louder laughs as more lightning bolts, their paths begin to trace,
Faster and faster the wind begins to spin,
Against gravity, lifting her……Starting to win,
Now….she’s hovering above the ground,
Clouds of debris flying round and round,
Yet all in the centre is now dead calm,
As her green eyes flash, lighting the evil dark laden balm.
She chants a phrase….Over and over,
More trees are uprooted…..Grass and clover,
Then….The second phrase to begin,
The resurrection of one that rules all mayhem and sin,
Third phrase now……The final part….
As beneath the meadow a shuddering does start,
Soon turning to a violent shaking…..
Frightened animals running in all directions now, as it starts making,
A sort of fuzziness above the ground appear,
Distorting time and distance….Making far seem near…..
Then as she had wished,
Something started to take form, in the circle of meadow, now demolished,
As it was long ago foretold…..
In the pages of old,
That…..After a kind Wizards “Becoming”,
The Cruel one of Mayhem would have a second coming,
Then….For the first time in an eon, his body,…..Fresh air feels……
Before her master, She kneels…..
He…….Now free of his prison…….
He…….Who is called Egron….
Dark Lord of all the Groth……..
Is now…..Arisen!

Dreamline calibration…..Off…..Zero minus two…..

The charge of High Treason,
Was the reason!
The Council of Guardians, had passed sentence, to have her from this life, forever banished,
But she had unknown help, had escaped and completely vanished!
So, for many years now, she had remained hidden on the dead planet Theramist,
Name given to that forsaken place, because of the very nature of the covering mist,
Waiting…..
Waiting……. In the dank writhing gloom, did she lurk,
Taking sustenance and strength from the deadness of banished souls in the murk.
From her psychic web that is spun throughout Netherspace, she feels the vibrations in the spread,
Psychic picture now forming instantly inside her head,
One Wizard…. Another in combat, is the other baiting,
This could be the very opportunity for which she had been waiting!
The “Door” from Netherspace is only momentarily….. Open a crack,
But, enough for her to track,
Just enough to slip through,
To visit mayhem and carnage upon Faerie Land, her greatest wish to do!
She sought revenge, she didn’t care for Middlespace, upon which she had landed, very much,
She felt a certain gratification though, as her feet upon solid ground touch,
Exultation……. Laughter, both arms outstretched, upward holding,
Commanding Netherspace……. The portal now behind her….. Collapsing…..Folding,
She.... Most evil, of the purest, greenest blood born,
Entering once more upon this world………
The Witch Elder….. Of Greythorne.

Breathless, “The Twitch”, arrived at the entrance to Faerie Land,
She delved into her bag, passing things from hand to hand,
Until finally she found a piece of white rag,
And with some string, tied it to her broomstick to make a truce flag,
This time, the Unicorn wasn’t asleep, she didn’t creep past,
When challenged, she presented the white flag and stood fast,
And looking cross eyed down the length of a threatening silver horn,
Explained that she had come here, Freddie the young wizard to warn!

The Magick cards changed and changed again as they were laid,
Sat on opposite sides of the table were Freddie and his Faerie wife as they played,
He was quickly learning the wizards ways,
As he learned this and other mind strategy plays,
Of a sudden he was all of an itch,
He could sense the presence of a witch!

At that time, as the Unicorn and “the Twitch”, started their way to make,
The ground started to violently shake,

In Otherspace the Good Wizard felt it as well,
He clutched his head and to his knees fell,
The psychic shock was horrendous,
A lesser mind would have been killed, it was that tremendous,
At that moment, the door to his place opened wide,
The leader of the Guardians appeared, ready with explanation to provide,
With an open hand he bent down……The good Wizard, his hand took,
From one to another was exchanged a special look,
Suddenly…….Gone was all the pain,
As….The Good Wizard stood and felt right again……

Meanwhile in Middlespace……, Moving stiffly to begin with….As if they’d been starched,
The Army of the Groth……..Toward Faerie Land…….Slowly marched….

He turned around……
Red burning eyes….For a moment, seemed to stare at the ground,
Hell flies around him excitedly buzzed,
As the ground around him slightly blurred and fuzzed,
Then from both hands with fingers outstretched,
Came visible red flames that from each fingertip leapt,
Each, having left his fingers now…Running along the ground,
Seeming tangled at first, in no pattern, up, down and round and round,
Then, more ordered…gathering at his feet, then going north, south, east and west,
Searching….Searching….now in a grid….Like warp and weft,
As frightened animals, up trees and down holes scuttled,
Egron’s lightning quick mind, back and forth shuttled,
Then…..The object of the search was found,
All the lines of fire then surged, came together with a crackling, hissing sound,
Over a crossroads that had been newly metalled,
They seemed to calm and finally settled,
Then…..joining together into a single liquid sheet, feeling, running down every little hole,
Leaving the night once more, for a moment, silent, moonless, black as coal,
Then…..A faint sound, like a whispering, muttering and rustling,
Rising in volume to a rumbling,
As unearthly fire went from body to soul less body….Energy fed,
Breathing life into those stinking bodies of the long lost dead,
The earth, formed into groove next to groove,
As row upon row of the undead began to move,
Each now rising above the ground,
As each heaved itself out, having surface purchase found,
Each dripping with dirt laden slime,
As they stood unmoving, line next to line,
Until a thousand stood there, row upon row, as if they had just from the earth grown,
In eerie silence……Only his will did they know, no thoughts of their own,
And, what was buried beneath them, he then saw in his head….
The anchor point to a golden thread,
In another place it is under the Magic Sea, but in Middlespace found,
Under the ground,
Another sound,
Split the silence…..Echoed around,
Like the very loud cracking of a nut…..
As the golden thread, with fire…..Was savagely cut.
Now….He laughed with delight….
As he beheld, what was to him, a satisfying sight,
For….Like he, so very recently released from his prison…..
His terrible army….The Mighty Groth, had now too, by his command……Arisen!

As soon as “The Twitch” arrived, poor thing, he put her under his ‘fluence,
Mind, for a while, met mind, thoughts mingling, forming a confluence,
Then, he gave a look toward The Witch of Greythorne, so she was physically froze,
She couldn’t help her brethren sister, even if she chose.
He mentally cut “The Twitch” loose,
Then, with one hand picked her up, threw her away, like one would a piece of refuse,
He laughed contemptuously……”Ha….You know very little!”
Then said sneeringly……”You, are not even worthy of my spittle…….
Even your stupid name……Ha…..The Twitch……”
Then cruelly…….“You’re not even a full blooded witch……
You’re a half breed…….
Of you I have no need…..
You’re not even worth the effort to take your miserable life, you ugly sow…..
Get out of my sight….Get on your stupid broomstick and leave right now!”
“The Twitch”, picked up her hat….Totally stunned, in more ways than one,
Backed away slowly with broomstick in hand, turned and was off at a full run,
In fright,
She took flight,
With no procrastination,
She decided instantly where should be her destination,
Zig zagging into the night, like a scalded cat,
At reckless speed on she flew, the wind whipping at her hat,
Cold thoughts of fury and revenge starting to work through her head,
Though she knew she was lucky not to be stone dead,
So, thoughts now ordered, on she flew,
By his arrogance….Egron, had just made a big mistake….She cackled…If only he knew!
For now, she had a plan….
Hence her destination….To seek out her old enemy…A dead Wizard, and, a young man…..
Though she didn’t know it, she was unwittingly playing Egron’s hand,
Manipulated by him, on she flew, with all speed…….. To Faerie Land.

Metaphorically, for Faerie Land,
It seemed as though it had just been slapped by a giant hand,
As….First of all the sky went dark…..
Suddenly gone was the sight of the ever present lark,
Heavy silence…..Not a sound from a single bird,
No natural sound of animal nature at all to be heard,
A rolling rumbling sound,
Getting louder now as it echoes around,
Louder and louder, til it reaches it’s crescendo,
Punctuated by shattering window,
And as the glass crackled and popped,
Young saplings fell, as if they had been chopped,
Then….To really emphasise the rumble,
The Ancient Tower of Wishes starts to crumble,
Not to be left out, then, atop it, the giant bell
Joined in the cacophony as it fell.
To most…..The suddenness of it was frightening,
Distant rumbling turning to shaking, then with added thunder and lightning,
As filthy dust laden, streaming rain,
Added a final assault upon Faerie Glade’s peaceful plain.
Then….As quickly as it had started, it was over,
Leaving wrecked little buildings, and now dirty, once verdant pasture, and purple clover.
Never in living memory, had anyone experienced such a thing,
The land being built in such a way, to prevent something like this from ever happening,
The five golden threads, so accurately in place,
To make sure Faerie Folk should never have anything like this to face,
For everything here, has a balance, a natural law,
Only other things should cause devastation like this….Like a war,
But once more to this beautiful land,
Fate it seems, has dealt a cruel, twisted hand…..
As we shall see if we look in another world….Another place,
At the strange Magick that is being performed ……In Middlespace…….

Flicking forked tongue, he is big, handsome, young and strong,
Sneer on his face, wearing clothes that from another time belong,
He looks round and stretches,
Where’s his army? Miserable wretches!
Where is he? What is this place?
What is this puny thing knelt before him with a crinkly face?
Then, slowly his memory begins to return,
As does his strength, the red glow in his eyes, as they appear to burn.
He turns his gaze on her, she begins to shake,
She thinks, she had better speak, a statement make,
“My Lord……”, She grovels nearer to the ground,
Apart from the hissing of his breath, there is no other sound,
“Forgive me Lord, I failed you,
Though, I have brought you breath and life anew.
Awoken you from your slumber,
Close to many of your number,
Most of your army,
And near to your greatest enemy,
All I ask…….”

Now impatiently, he starts to pace, …….”You are in no position to ask….
You ……Waste of space…..
With crinkled face,
I should kill you now…..
You….Old ….Useless sow!”
Without your help….I could take this world myself,
Do you think me stupid? I can smell Faerie and Elf……
Why would I need from you any instruction?
When I….I myself, can deal upon them complete destruction!
Now, visibly shaking, yet she drew upon enough courage to say,
“Lord…..Your oldest enemy is here….You can make him pay!
His hiding place is near this world,
I got the knowledge from a Wizard in Netherspace, whose mind had been scrambled, unfurled,
Yes! Faerie Land is here my Lord…..
Even access to the golden cord,
If you will only spare my life….
Allow me to help you pour upon Faerie Land a great deal of strife….
There is one of my kind on this world, that knows the entrance to the glade,
How to get there….For in this dimension, it was permanently made,
And thence, to the door to Otherspace,
The Master’s dwelling place…….”
“Hmmmmm”, He thought, he may spare her a while,
Then later….For amusement….Kill her in an unusual style,
Yes it could be good sport….Fun,
Hunting her from place to place, seeing her run,
Then….A roar, and a laugh….as he, on two pockets, loosens the ties,
Releasing a thousand, thousand silver coated hell flies,
One by one, sticking to him now, each one knowing it’s place,
Covering all of him, making a living armour, except his eyes, nose and small part of his face,
Then….He spoke again,
In such low tones, the vibrations were causing her pain,
“Listen to me…Witch, or whatever you are…… You….. Thing…..
I will spare you for now, but fail me again….. Nothing will save you…….NOTH-ING!”


In the dead of night then, “The Twitch” arrives,
Knows not what she is getting into, knows not that she will be lucky if she survives,
For, in evilness, by the Dark Lord, both witches are outclassed,
And it remains to be seen, in this serious misadventure, just how long their lives will last!

A short time before,
Before….That witch had found the open door……..

It had taken but a few seconds in Netherspace for the die to be cast,
Yet, five happy years in Faerie Land in this time have past,
Almost enough time for some to have forgotten the pace of battle,
Smell of scorched air, sound of ether rattle,
And, in that few seconds, drifting in Netherspace,
The good Wizard sees briefly…..A face he should know, but can’t quite place,
He thinks….Maybe, it’s all part of a dream,
As a door opens….And he is pulled toward a golden gleam.
His “Becoming”……No more worldly strife,
A new life…..His beautiful, thought long lost, wife,
His, a vacant seat at the table,
Long spoken of in tale and fable,
The welfare of his beloved Faerie Land, his task to oversee,
To be a “Guardian”, one of the twelve, his destiny!
To be part of the ether……Life’s very essence,
Fifth element above all, the quintessence,
Above air and earth, more than fire and water,
To be vigilant, to be against everything evil tries to alter,
A fortunate promotion indeed,
For Faerie Land, that will soon, of a powerful champion be in need!
But, he can be forgiven, for the moment, of being unaware,
Holding his love for the first time in a thousand years, having no other care,
For the moment, knowing nothing of his mission,
Nor nothing of his coming commission.
Coinciding exactly with his calling,
In Middlespace…..cutting the cold quite night air, first, a caterwauling,
Signalling ….Her coming,
The very air, for a distance, crackling and humming,
Now….A wolf mournfully howling….A nearby owl, sounding painful in it’s screeching,
Far away, “The Twitch”, now instantly waking….For her broomstick reaching,
Making ready for a flight,
That will take her to the disturbance that is calling her…….Something so deliciously Evil….
Drawing….Pulling…..Out there…..Somewhere……In the pitch black of a moonless night!