Jack, Come In, Back In Five
Anthony and Anna have painted a picture of a grey stoned castle
that’s floating on a cloud in an otherwise clear blue sky.
It sits upon a rock surrounded by trees, shrubs, and red roses,
and has steps leading up to a tower on its eastern side.
Pale yellow and green gaunt creatures patrol the battlements,
they appear as though their souls have been taken away.
Their moans and the noise from their dragging feet break the silence
that no other creature dare disturb night or day.
Through the shadows of the tower’s highest unframed window,
a creature looks out with it’s piercing blood red eyes.
Its attention had been caught by me as I stare into the painting
and I can feel it’s eyes pulling me from my earthly ties.
First of all my mind and then seconds later my body is taken,
transported into the creature’s dark fusty room.
Without warning its pointed teeth painlessly puncture my neck,
whilst the sun gives way to the brightest moon.
As the blood continues to be drained, my body sags with weakness
forcing me to my knees on the rough cold stone floor.
With my energy now depleted, my will to live is also being taken,
leaving me barely alive and unable to take much more.
With my blood dripping from its lips the creature snarled and hissed,
“You are mine body and soul, and you’ll come when I summon you,
so for now go back to the place from whence you came
until I become hungry, and the moon is full and new.”
Half dazed, I heard Anthony say to me, “We’re so sorry Jack,
but we were commanded by him not to tell anyone.
We came home one evening to find him sitting on our bed,
he then hypnotised us into painting this composition.
As you can see by the two marks on our necks
we have become part of his diet too.
We desperately wish we hadn’t painted him and his picture,
but it’s too late now, there’s nothing we can do.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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