Fortune Untold

A glowing candle in the dark,

an old man sits alone.

Across the dusty table,

there sits an older crone.

 

“I’ll tell ye of yer fate,” says she,

her eyes aglow and wide.

“I’d like to know if good or bad.”

He sat his chair astride.

 

She closed her eyes and muttered

at a fast and fevered pitch.

He didn’t see

the demon woman form

behind the witch.

 

She smiled with a dripping grin,

and stared with hungry eyes

so longingly, she’d come to cause

his dimming soul’s demise.

 

She pinned his body to the chair

and feasted on his heart.

“Your fate is bad,” the old witch said.

“And that completes your chart.”

 

She laughed as she got up to leave.

“Enjoy your meal, my dear.”

“Well, why stop now?” the demon said.

“The two of you are here.”

Distant Fires

I’ve waited, but not so very long.

The human life is lace before the cosmos.

You thought to elude me?

You locked the door?

I was amused to let you think you actually

accomplished something,

pleased to let you think

you got away.

You merely stoked my anger.

I simply lengthened

my patience,

even as I stoked the fire of

my wrath.

They speak of the foundations of the soul.

I will turn yours to rubble,

shatter you until

pebbles of bone fleck the marrow.

Your destruction will edify me.

And the fire you see in the distant sky

is yours,

and yours

alone.

Welcome home,

damnation’s

bastard

child.