Ruffling Reflection

[Nyuriz 105]

 

 

 

[A book in which the poem was written can be found being sold at Haulston Book Stall, located in Nauziqa Square] 

[Haulston’s Coat of Arm is drawn at the front cover of the book]

RUFFLING  REFLECTION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Composed by William Haulston, City of Helena

 

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The day was dark,

But the night was bright,

I heard a bark,

In a forest alight,

 

There I was paralysed,

At the edge of the wood,

While leaning at a tree I realised,

A figure fearsome brute,

 

Emaciated anatomy,

Extended jaw, sharp claw, swollen torso,

It was a mystical monstrosity,

I was riveted, I was in awe,

 

It shrieked or squealed,

I think it was a bellow, or perhaps a bawl

It did not matter as I was thrilled,

Seeing it up close was my only goal,

 

Its march was ponderous,

While my tread was cautious,

Its movement purposeful,

Though sluggish like a mule,

 

So curious was I at that time,

I became blind to its act of a mime,

Imitating my every motion,

Something was peculiar or was it just my notion?

 

The forest was in vermillion vibrancy,

Spewing ashes and smokes without any sympathy,

Choking my lungs, drying my tongue,

Lord, it drove me doolally!

 

Oh, how moronic I have been!

The devils must be in grins,

There were no creepy creatures to be seen,

Oh, how silly I have been!

 

It was my misshapen shadow,

A contorted constitution and nothing more,

but the sinister sounds came from where?

Confusing cacophonous in a nearby secret lair?!

 

That senseless supposition,

There were no concealed creatures!

Those were the sounds but of the forest,

Crackling and perhaps cackling too, at my farcical imperfection