The Golden Eye

[Kikuyu_Black_Paws]

Gold eye flickers through whirling sand,

Smirking smile over twisted land,

Looking back where others ran:

"You can't stop me, you soppy man!"

 

The man stopped short before he stepped,

And looked so stricken he could have wept,

But before he opened his mouth to wail,

A billowing boat came with crispen sail.

 

Aboard that ship there was a girl,

Who sang and played with a single curl,

A bird on her shoulder sang along,

Rejoicing in that single song.

 

The boat sank deep into the sand,

And lizards leapt from boiling land,

The sand turned to glass in bubbling pools,

And quickly broke all nature's rules.

 

A melting horse of trees and stone,

Ran over the glass with a thundering tone,

It spat forth flowers and shards of mist,

And the sighing breath that follows a kiss.

 

A ghostly figure in darkened cloak,

Rose up from the glass as like a moat,

It raised its finger and drew forth its palm,

And promised sincerely the worst of harm.

 

A tree grew up from this man's cloak,

And sapped the sand and glass and moat,

Wind chimes dangled from every branch,

And sang their song like their last chance.

 

The tree shriveled into a breeze,

That tore among invisible leaves,

And whipped up sand and dust and dirt,

Delivering a cry both sad and curt.

 

The golden eye and smirking smile,

Turned back to Man in his denial,

And flourished a hand with a lordly bow,

"Will you ignore your muses now?"

Edited January 25, 2008 by Kikuyu Black Paws

[Wyvern]

Wyvern barges through the Banquet Hall on the way to his latest scheme brainstorming session, passing by an abandoned poetry exercise booth and the Banquet Hall's Silver Wind Statuette before scooting to a halt at the sight of Kikuyu's latest. Wyvern scratches one of his horns as he scoops the poem from its position piled next to recent poems by Mardrax and Degorram, and he slowly nods as he reads it over with a flick of his tongue.

 

"Hmph. I might've been there, I think." Wyvern looks over the poem with a puzzled expression and glances over at Kikuyu. He points a claw at the fourth stanza. "One of the lizards, though I was pursuing the supposed gold that the other lizards were talking about and didn't even notice the Grim Reaper of Muse Mishandlers. I remember how disappointed everyone was when the extent of the wealth ended up being some gold eyes that someone spotted... I don't think I ever tried my claw at the hoarding band biz again."

 

Wyvern sets the poem down and grins at Kikuyu, cocking a claw back at the abandoned poetry exercise booth.

 

"Anyway, the ghostsss o' that booth could prolly learn a thing or two from this piece. Don't neglect yer muse, lest yee have experience dealing with nature freaking out before your eyes!"