MASTER AND MONSTERS
In my voyage, I met sad monsters with grudges,
and these are unlike the nightmares from the outside.
No single person got away from their clutches,
names were effaced and the bodies were left to die.
And the first has eerie eyes that pierced through my head,
but was covered from head to toe, no skin on sight.
An old sage with a staff glowing in crippling dread—
he cannot slaughter me but he controlled what bites.
One snap of his fingers, he took charge of the sun,
I went to get a lamp, but he warned me not to.
Death awaits if I fail to bring him what he wants
with the slowly dimming light countdown as his tool.
Behind him are the tall wooden-like beasts with no face,
their limbs were long and wide but made of rotten bones.
Same is the number of light and those who will chase—
no one survived or escaped them after the woe.
I tried it, but he muttered spells to bring me back,
there he said what he wanted and then he counted—
but who stood on the losing ground in this hijack?
Time is essential to find what he demanded
then Seth whispered to the wind to set me on track,
"Be one with time so to the clock you have no debt."
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SETH
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about a recurring theme in the writer's dreams-dreams about past lives and a man named Seth. A poetry series that will be a fantasy/historical novel. To fantasy, dark romance, etc. readers/writers, I am open to...
