Phantoms: A Collection of Dark Poetry and Fiction by Kelvin Bueckert - HTML preview

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10

Wizard

While my wicked one weeps

strangely in webs of thread like spider

while my sinister one creeps ever closer

I watch from my overwhelming tower

a castle of brick sealed by mortar of blood

my brooding presence envelopes the air

driving forward my besotted beast

out through the courtyard and into the streets

soon it will discover the shadow cast beach

in anticipation I wave my wand

summoning harsh white light to illuminate

to suffocate in brilliance the hiding darkness

I see you, a silhouette on the ocean shore

as lightening flashes green over rippling waves

still waters easily becoming a flood

summoned forth in chanted verse

“Release my wicked one!” I cry to my raven of messages

“Send forth my sinister one onto the shore of dark waves!

Unleash my thin legged creeper of many legs!”

look back you dare not

racing toward you would undercover

silently and ever menacing

a war like symphony in images

in pulse, pulse, pulsing light

like black widow feelers tickling your leg hair

like python crushing the night for food

up your ankles it crawls

baring its needle fangs as if to suck overheated blood

I sing joyful opera in soprano

you scream an octave lower

soon the crowded nest of my hairy pet you’ll adorn

soon where there is binding blood for my castle wall

strengthen it if you will

ah my lovely one

my wicked one who no longer weeps

my sinister engorging itself in vein