Monthly Archives: December 2013

Now the journey..

archerNow the wine

 Now the cake

  Now the journey

    through the lake.

You begged me once

 You’ll beg again

  Untie my boat

   Be home by ten.

Your darkness hides

 a bitter edge.

  Now push it off

   from the waters edge.

The boat sits low

 the weight is yours.

  Now hurry on

   and move those oars.

Now the wine 

 Now the cake

  Now the journey

   through the lake.

The dry song

 of a drawn blade.

  Not a soul 

   to lend you aid.

Lonely now 

 upon the water.

  One splash of the oar

   will be your slaughter.

Not a breath

 has passed your lips.

  You hear me now.

   A fear that grips.

Now the wine.

 Now the cake.

  Now the journey

   through the lake.

You panic now

 You splash and shriek

  I take my aim

   Your end I seek.

The arrow finds 

 its place of rest

  Gently protruding 

   from your chest.

For I am Vorse

 and judgement’s mine

  Come visit again

   my lake sometime.

Now the wine

 Now the cake

  Now the journey

   through the lake.


The Door at the End of the Corridor on the Seventh Floor

door
is blue. Or black, maybe.

It’s a dark colour and it opens with a knock.

Or two.

Footsteps, a pause, then the click.

That’s the order of it.

I like the pause.

I know she’s looking at me through the small lens.

Just for a second.

The well oiled brass deadbolt prepares for its surrender.

Again.

The smooth click of defeat.

Unlocked, unbolted, unnecessary.

Open.

In.

Click.

The lock is a lock once more.

Now with two in its charge.