Fantasy Poetry posted April 21, 2010 | Chapters: | 1 -2- 3... |
The Wandering Man makes a discovery
A chapter in the book Chronicles of the Wandering Man
The Cuckoo and the Eldritch Kiss
by Fleedleflump
IV A Cuckoo called my name tonight and broke my pointless sleep. It dragged me from my nightmare's hold and suicide's cold creep. I shook the shadows from my head and gathered up my world; a rucksack, packed with who I am, my dull brown flag unfurled. That bird-call was a prophecy, a warning to beware that Death was out there, stalking me, and fixed me with his stare. I shouldered hope and scored the land as, heading dark to dark, I sought the source of nature's caw, my guardian angel lark. V I came upon a place of home; a building that still stood, with droopy door and sleepy windows' memories of wood. The Cuckoo's call had led me here in deference to my quest, but night yet tried to hide from me the jewel it could divest. Eventually I found my boon, my sustenance of food in tins sealed tight against the smog of fallout's rancid brood. As fibre filled my womb with hope, determination's fuel was spice upon this rarest meal. Starvation's madness cooled. VI The bedroom spawned a precious tear, a fresh line on my cheek. Two skeletons hugged on a bed decayed, macabre and meek. Their eldritch mouths touched in a kiss, a love defying death. I wept in honour of their lives, remembering lovesick breaths. I covered up their modesty with moth-worn blanket's cloud and searched their sanctuary for aid; I never felt less proud. I came upon a gun and shells, still oiled and well preserved; security and danger mixed, a cold comfort absurd. VII I hit my path with vim renewed and strode into the void of shadows clutching at the earth, no longer paranoid. I knew that I must find a place of haven in this land, and so I wandered, determined, across the hostile sand. I chanced upon a rocky crag and narrow valley's mouth. My instincts set ablaze my mind with dark warnings uncouth. I grabbed my pistol from my waist and primed a ready shot, but then a cold click rang behind: This might just be my lot. |
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