Silver stream protector of the land
winding and bowing around rock and sand
high above the rotting cliff
lays the crumbled castle
where the Midnight club met.
They came but once a year
to renew their bonds with the land
with the energy around them
with Mother Earth.
As the time drew near
a development began to take place
a defacement of the sacred ground.
The Midnight club met and stared in horror
at the broken terrain
the fallen castle
at the machinery whose claws
dug deep in moist soul
murder of crows above.
They muttered and murmered
they called upon the Mother
to wreck havoc on the men so crass
as to pervert her domain.
Come morning as the sun rose
brilliant scarlets and violet pinks
men stood at the edge of the land
across the crevice lay nothing
no trace that there had every been.
They were placed side by side
one so bright
the other black as night.
Good confronts evil
or so it was said
but what was found in their hearts
made the juxtaposition clear.
The one who sought beauty
was vain and crass
oblivious to the world around.
The one who sought anger
was gentle and compassionate
hurt by the savagery of the world around.
examples of right and wrong
if only they had looked further
they would have found
the one who could have saved them all.
There comes a moment when the child becomes the parent and the parent becomes the child. This is the moment when reality strikes home as to the fragility of life and our time within.
**Picture is mine taken at Matlock Beach Manitoba summer 2017**
Each one dressed with virginal care
snow white robes gleam
headdresses that fall
covering their faces.
Each one dressed in blackened hues
suits of ore
top hats cocked
spats all aligned.
arranged in a row
seeing not the men before them.
Blindfolds are tightened
and hands are bound
girlish giggles stutter through the air
as each prepares for their mate.
The men stand a pace apart
One by one
they are shot down
in a ceremony of blood.
High upon the dais
the Jester holds court
squalid and evil
so he can rule forever more.
***Picture found last year on Internet***
The amazing ‘The Haunted Wordsmith’ has put together her debut work of short fiction. If you have not been over to her site I highly recommend her. As well you can get her collection by following the link.
***Before I begin I want to give credit to raynotbradbury with regards to how I have named my characters. She writes amazing stories and uses a descriptor for the character as opposed to a name. That is what I have done here.***