The Army of Thelf

There was a man some time ago,
Who lived all by himself.
When walking the moors one day he saw,
The fairy queen of Thelf.

Confused and ‘fraid he kept afar,
Not knowing what to do,
When one by one, she made a call Her army surely grew.

He crept away, behind a tree,
Hiding from her men,
When one by one the soldiers came,
They killed him there and then.

His blood was fresh and pure and red,
The army bath in it,
For on this night in the cold of Thelf,
Not a single star is lit.

One by one the army march,
Back to their old queen,
Small and dark, the night is old,
A perfect night to dream.

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Invisible Danger

Its dark,

I’m running. Sweat drips down my face.

Consumed by terror, I can only run.

The blackness adds to the fear.

I opt to turn, taking a battle stance,

I stare into the soulless eyes.

Am I in danger?

Or is there really anyone there at all?

To Be a Killer

As I chase him through the town,
The streetlights are all that illuminate us.
I see his shadow, and the devil shows his face.
Scared to death, I am to blame.

I use to search the earth, needing this,
A killer chasing a killer.
“You murderer.” He has done me wrong.
I flash the steel of the blade emerging from my pants.

“You only have yourself to blame” he whispers.
And as I look into his eyes, I notice something.

(To be continued)