Outpost (Notevember 2020, #15)
It’s strange that out here, without fail
Every Sunday I get mail
Missives come from far and wide
From planets I was sure had died…
It’s strange that out here, without fail
Every Sunday I get mail
Missives come from far and wide
From planets I was sure had died…
The tiny knight knelt down in front of me.
“My name is Sir Ferric Robichaud. I shall protect you from all harm. I swear this upon my life and the good name of House Robichaud!”
It was here, my child – though you will not believe it – it was here that life began. Not life like you and me, no. What was born here was not human or animal, but gods…
– It looks kinda steep though, doesn’t it?
(Naw, man, it’s fine. I’ve done it loads of times.)
– How many is loads?
(Like, loads, y’know. Many.)
– I dunno, isn’t it slippery?
“Look, is this the first time you’ve summoned a human?” I asked my hosts.
The demons exchanged a long, yellow-eyed look before turning back to me. “No”, they said in unison.
“It is, isn’t it?”
Flicker, flicker, candlelight
Shine in shadows, shifting
Soot is thicker than the night
On the currents, drifting
Hollow hands will grasp you tight…
OH NO
The unicorns got into the liquor cabinet again
Everything’s a shambles
Don’t look at me!
I’m not cleaning this up…
Pull the words out of my mouth
Like broken teeth
I know when it all went south
And gave me grief
People tell me it gets better…