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The Keeper

The KeeperHalf-human half-beast the keeper stands

his boots made from eels with huge red jaws

on the crest of the mountain he watches the lands

clawing at rocks with his grizzly bear paws.

 

His cloak swells in wind and seeps gummy slime

and beetles swarm round to feed on the mess

surveying the woods, he’s a hostage of time

killer or saviour? It’s anyone’s guess.

 

Eyes clementine fires deep set in his bones

his smile is fretful, a rotty fanged grin

never with friends, a monster alone

and he howls to the moon with an echoey din.

 

Skin fishy scales that wink through the night

his nose is a beak that’s alarmingly sharp

he longs for the skies to transform back to light

as fingers of evil dig deep in his heart.

 

Below by the lake the spring fairy waits

with daffodil dress and wings made from rain

she skips unaware of the cruel eyes of fate

who glare as she tosses her bright rainbow mane.

 

The fairy is tired, he watches her sigh

the air fills with danger, he knows of the smell

he wants to warn her but he must not try

as he sees her death in the dark waters swell.

 

With unlucky prance she leaps her way home

her delicate toes soar from rock to rock

but when she lands on a strange looking stone

she realises she’s stepped on the wicked lake-croc!

 

He plunges her down with almighty embrace

she splutters and shrieks as he gnashes her skin

until the lake grows still with no more of a trace

as the blackness of water smoothes over all sin.

 

And the keeper looks on from his home up high

a lonesome tear lays rest on his cheek

and with one final roar he curses the sky

whose nature forbids him protecting the weak.

 

 

 

image courtesy of c t elder @deviantart.com

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