CreatureThe clouds were pink, the sea was ink and bats obscured the skyCreature3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
on the island with a tower that was fifty castles high.
It tumbled and it rumbled as a wind began to blow,
then it crumbled to the ground and the sky began to snow.
And from the snow a creature came, knowing not its creature name
its eyes were lost and haunted; it found a nearby cave.
It knew not of its past at all, twas born intact with mother’s caul
protecting it from drowning in an inky, watery grave.
The creature felt its past and future was cast in magic stone,
and searched the island every day – the island he called home.
The bats alighted on his shoulders and screamed into his ears
but he brushed them off quite gently as his eyes filled up with tears.
He got older, he got colder and then ice froze in his heart,
He wished to find the magic stone, so that his life could start.
He had no breath, no heartbeat, and no blood flowed in his veins,
no joy had he, just misery, with his bones beset with pains