Three Feathers

 

 

     The sudden noise of the fight -

woke the camper, his slumber only

just achieved,

     his tent the noise of storm

as it became the ropes for ‘they’ to duel.

 

     Battered against the side, he could

see the four in morning shadow of

lore and…..

 

     the shifters fix was in,

a tip off for the natural to police his world,

     he could not move or change,

as the rook pecked deep into the

charlatan ‘here’ for sense ‘perhaps’ an

‘off world’ assault.

 

     Others joined the attack,

the man inhabiting the tent now

     against the charm as visions

of the off world under duress searched

his mind for understanding.

 

     An instant and his shine and empath

saw the world of the avian alien.

 

     Upon a shadow of world unknown

the red hue stopped the humanoid breathing,

     many in throngs – sweating as

their marbled skin pulsed from unknown

infection,

     some changed in their streets to forms

he had never seen before, some – their skin

hanging as eyes roamed sky and ground -

     all bloodshot and fear.

 

     Bodies in streets,

bodies of forms between humanoid

and………….

 

     The man behind the canvas

saw the blood begin to spatter the

outside of the tent before a fleeting message

unearthed him from this World……

 

     ‘I was trying to warn you, as my world is now,

so too yours in near future, like cascading buildings

planet to planet to planet we move to escape,

but theirs, is a union with an aurora taking all life,

     not just of the celestial bodies sending alarm.

          I was trying to warn you!’

 

     As the shifting creature expelled his last breath,

so too a never ending tear as iridescent lights began

to flash outside and inside the tent,

     the shifter, gone, so too, the Mans World,

          so too, the Mans life.

 

Michael J Waite 24th July 2022

(More truth than you know).