The Snare

 

there was an auspicious light

on my life

awkwardly silent

with certain looming failure

I, a mere human

ceasing to open

damned unwelcome

so I plead

to you

while thoughts return

to

those temptations lurking

tal-is-man

a stone

a foot

an eye

engraved with figures

conferring

luck upon

any amulet

woven

with

lacelike faith

or charm

to guide it through

the scripts of

characters supposed

bent

on

anything

is but which

a trial to those

whose presence exercises

protection against

malicious

influence

and that which

drives the

human feelings

where divine beings peek

through keyholes

worn

like

a

rabbit’s foot

remarkable or powerful

Custos Capulus (The Graveyard Keeper – in the spirit of Jabberwocky)

Each and every starrified night

I guide the yelves

To their bimarian vaults

Pudifying the misquemed myrianders

For even the most amorevolous creatures

Creep about the polyandrium

Drollic woundikins soleated in the sospitalic ponasks

Cannot escape my hemerine kexy

I gather each rendling soul

With forced pication

A thankless berth

In this plenisphere of the walking dead

My undeniable duty

Protecting the lost thural temerates

From the rousing restless

Oh, human if you knew

What scathfire of welmish dank

I endure each night

Vanmost at best

However schismarched a roblet

Yet

Some call me a sacriolist

But simply

I am the keeper of this charnel house

Teddy

you do not,  you do not

let me leave

a rabbit caught

in your snare

baited twice

i broke free

not even the shock of electricity

could contain me

for my life

is

black beneath

number 23

for my life

ends with me, me, me

*Published in “The Pen”

* Awarded the “Silver Key” Award for the Scholastic Art and Writing Award of 2012