A Protector Unlost

By Cliff Lake

 

A Protector Unlost

 

An underworld you thought forgotten,

Rises up to meet you in the unquiet silence,

Deep in a night unfortuitously alone.

A fantasy you thought you had created,

A reality coalescing in the dark.

 

Grinning creatures pass, speaking riddles,

Answered in scrolls unread,

And known now too intimately.

Familiarity seeps from every landscape,

Carved into an existence

You tried abandoning,

And now catches you again.

 

A hero’s quest incomplete,

A mission accepted in a child’s dream,

A test and a pursuit unfulfilled,

Here again seeking your virtue,

Or what remains of it.

 

A sword is offered…

 

What integrity have you lost?

What remains to you now?

Dare you immerse in this fantasy?

Dare you refuse?

A Voice calls, resonant, not demanding,

And still imperious.

Yet it asks.

Still, it asks.

Why do you not answer?

 

The visions come again,

You have seen them before.

Lands laid waste,

Whole populations displaced,

Or simply gone.

Creatures put to run,

Or slaughtered wholesale –

Smoking ruins and rotting remains:

A future almost realized,

And a parallel to your now.

 

You left this behind once,

Afraid to get lost in it,

Afraid that it could become real,

Afraid that it already is.

 

There is a world you could save…

Or maybe more than one.

More than one…

 

Perhaps there was never really any choice.

Take up your sword,

And save us all.

 

Cliff Lake 7/8/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

But...

By Cliff Lake
  But…   The Russians blew up a dam, The U.S. East Coast got smoked. I remembered to do my laundry today, But Donald John Trump is a traitor.   Marjorie couldn’t stop making up conspiracies. Gym couldn’t remember how the law works. The Red Sox took 2 out of 3 at Yankee Stadium, But Donald John Trump is a traitor.   Traitor is as traitor does, And traitor did 37 times. Traitor is what he is because, Traitor did 37 crimes… So far…   Lindsey couldn’t get the brown off his nose, Junior couldn’t stop waving his hands around. I made a soup from scratch tonight, But Donald John Trump is a traitor.   Lauren Boebert is dating a Muppet, Kevin McCarthy can’t find his balls. I may have had one too many coffees today, But Donald John Trump is a traitor.   Traitor is as traitor does, And traitor did 37 times. Traitor is what he is because, Traitor did 37 crimes… So far… Traitor did and traitor hid, Does he hear the closing bell chim
Read more

House of Shame

By Cliff Lake
  House of Shame   Marjorie Taylor Greene on the house floor. Marjorie Taylor Greene thinks she scored a score. Marjorie Taylor Greene goes for revenge porn. Marjorie Taylor Greene is deserving of our scorn.   A representative that hasn’t any ethics, A Georgian without any shame. A Republican without any morals: Marjorie Taylor Greene is her name.   See the investigation go sideways, See the House GOP go rude. See them opt for the desperation plays, See them still hungering after nudes.   These representatives haven’t any honor, These Republicans are our shame, The House GOP sinking into depravity, Kevin McCarthy is to blame.   Now these representatives deep into their clown show, A laptop still proving no crime. Pornography out on the House floor, Only shows the GOP slime.   House GOP sold their integrity. House GOP invested in shame. Marjorie sinking lower than sewage, House GOP going down in flames.   These representati
Read more

Saturday in Magadonia

By Cliff Lake
  Saturday in Magadonia   The red hat doesn’t quite cover The thinning strands: Evidence of a failing virility He attempts to reclaim With misspelled invective And preposterous concoctions too dear. His device promises a future Free of all the wrong types, But the rainbows will not let him be. Blue and yellow flags proliferate, Hillary smiles smugly And damning tapes appear To end the crime family Only to blow away like smoke. Pillow-men make claims Promising evidence They never have. He salves the wounds with pictures That make claims he hasn’t written, That prove something Not entirely clear: Petty poisons. He accesses his account for the rage fix, An entertainment not allowed in public, Because being an asshole is frowned upon; Proof that they are the fascists. He is confronted with posts Unaddressed to him, Yet assault him with facts. His idol, a man of some few missteps, Must now meet consequences Unfairly applied t
Read more