The spirit within

Mother nature spoke on a whispered wind,
a story so sad of her children who have sinned.

I gave them everything, so she said,
life of wonder and the glorious heavens above each head.

A cornucopia for their bodies and nourishment for all inquisitive minds,
and when hubris became a virus I gave undeniable signs.

Yet willful ignorance and apathy are the paths that most like to tread,
no matter the sickening count of the dead.

Her words became like thunder which brought pain to my ears.
Listen to my warning, she urged, or the end will come within a few years.

This world is a gift that I gave for you all to cherish and hold dear,
It is not to be squandered, or my last gift will be fear.

You are but one creature among many, but all will come to dread.
Like the beautiful weave of a tapestry, life is dependant on every thread.

Look to the land beneath your feet, then raise your gaze to the sky.
Use the spark that I gave you because no one will hear your last cry of ‘Why?’

Your demise will be at your own hands, guided by your own conceit.
Time is the most precious thing you have, without a chance for repeat.

Insanity is all that can be gained by my unheard repetition,
so I shall speak no more and leave you with one final condition.

Learn that humility is not a weakness, but the seed of wisdom for all,
or your existence will become a mere memory, with no one left to recall.

If you have love for your kith and kin,
heed my words and listen to the spirit within.



A dark poem about a magical little creature I found on Dartmoor

While stumbling across Dartmoor one day I happened upon a quarry, I sat down to eat my lunch but was interrupted by a man called Donny.

I’m sorry to bother you, Donny said, but I’ve lost my Impy. It’s a bothersome creature and really quite wimpy.

Once it ran from its own shadow for hours until it was almost dead. Thankfully I caught up with Impy and made it rest-up in bed.

I wouldn’t burden myself with such a thing but it can grant wonderful wishes. It also keeps my house neat and tidy, and brings a sparkle to all my dishes.

Donny saw the look of confusion on my face and gave a little smile, I see you don’t believe me, he said with a chuckle, but Impy really can beguile.

It also has a bit of a problem with numbers, which is great for me, because so far I’ve had ten wishes granted, although given only three.

I shouldn’t be telling you all this, Donny said with a look of worry, you might want Impy for yourself, and head off in a scurry.

I looked up at Donny while feeling a sense of shame. I met a creature a while ago and think Impy and it are one and the same.

How big is your Impy? I asked, while biting down on my lunch. I had to chomp down hard on my sandwich, which caused a helluva crunch.

It’s a tiny wee thing, Donny replied, with no more than a marble for a head. It fact, he continued, it would happily fit between the crust of your bread.

Sorry, I said, but I haven’t seen your friend this day. But if I do happen upon Impy I will be sure to send him your way.

As I watched a dejected Donny walk off and resume his course, I thought my sandwich might taste better with a dash of sauce.