Promethean
pilgrims crossed the frozen expanse
traversing
time from their fiery birth,
ferrying
sparks of elemental essence
to
the evanescent residents of earth.
and
the harpy scowled and brandished her fist
irked
at these heavens and their meddlesome rains
for
making short work of banishing enchantments,
dispelling
the mist she'd swelled with such pains.
she
pressed the edge of a crumbling tombstone
and
vanished beneath the cemetery grounds,
slinking
down a subterranean passage
that
echoed with crunches and gurgling sounds.
the
snooping rat waited with the royal raiments
in
the blaze of a torch that scorched the stone.
he
smirked as she donned her crinkled crinolines,
tickled
by the gilding of a wrinkled crone.
pausing
on the threshold of a caved-in temple
she
tossed a bone to a pale, hulking brute,
ensconced
in the stench of previous suppers
stiffening
in piles, rotting with their loot.
his
lopsided face seemed to come unhinged
as
he strived for a wink with his single, crazed eye.
wrenching
her foot from a trail of slime, she said
"try
and be more tidy, this place is a sty."
his
muttered response had a whiny, cringing tone,
too
shrill and unnerving to closely heed.
in
any case Her Grace hastened away,
unable
to process another creature's need.
while
the snitch raced after his merciless mistress
skirting
rivulets of travelling blood,
the
ghoul yanked a morsel from his stacked up stiffs
relishing the squish and the sickening thud.- Evan Hawthorn, the 19th of September, 2015
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