goblins of oil-slicked forest swamps banshee, gnomes, huldra, whorgs, the naissance and mud-smeared trolls of yonder fairy bridges the poet beckons your ears like canting witches creep out - creep out - you twisted scowls un-shadow come slavering to the last battle creep forth your slithering heads fish-eyed cold into full flaunt humpback sprouting tangled kobold legends bedded in bardic olden terrors tailed night creatures with slimy feathers occult magic woven in your earthy noir reveal - reveal - your gorgeous horror grendel of myrridyn sheath ivories no more reprove humankind's dark sorcerer snake oil their arrogance would deny terra mater's lore and by their willful ignorance plague her to the core awake - wake you sleepy giants with timbered owls whose sinewed scarred faces are lined with wizened frowns and holes of hollow mouths growl strangled frozen howls you are chopped and burned into charred stump memory sacrificed to the idol of mortared industry amass leafy armies to flout this foe of dung ere choking smog destroyeth thee from under the sun and this bereft bard must wail earth's destruction done 1.5 10/10 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson rhyme
The Last Call
15
May