E I G H T E E N

That very night,
With beacon light
Broadcasting from on high,

The clans were called,
And summoned all,
To meet and mobilize.

And word was sent
To those entrenched
Already in the wood,

To hold their tongues
Whilst out amongst
Its human neighborhoods.

And incidents
With residents
Already hypnotized,

Must be addressed
Without the threat
A giant may imply.

And men who’d fled
Their region’s edge,
With avarice directing,

And found the way
Confused and dazed,
Would have to be protected,

Before their rage
Had disengaged
Completely with their sense,

Infecting those
Inclined to woe,
And willing to dispense.

The signs were met
By alphabets
Known only to sign tenders,

And as the hours
Of darkness flowered
Their messages engendered.

And watching rows
Of giants flow
Towards their walled surround,

Our young man tired
Until required
To sleep upon the ground.

Where verse, as such,
Glowed from the touch
Of sunlight in its glory,

And booming high,
Beyond the sky,
Was apt to tell its story:

“I am your one
And only sun,
And solar is my realm,

Whose rolling planes
And ocean drains
Array my golden helm.

Where bodies large,
And nescient charged,
Migrate across my range,

Completely blessed,
But spiritless,
As grace has been estranged,

Long closeted,
And composite,
Amid the ancient mores,

That first took root,
And then bore fruit,
And grew inside the forest.

“And must remain
Forever same,
Lest heaven is trespassed,

As bodies die,
And spirits fly,
In one great bloody bath.

So hear me boy,
Do not employ,
The purpose of the foreman,

As he is keen
For spine and screen
To extricate their organs,

And harvest youth,
And age’s truth
Beneath his bitter scythe,

And instantly
Fulfill his needs,
By reuniting ties.

And one last word
To be referred
To giants once awake,

Convince their chiefs
That their relief
Will be for you to make.

So know his name,
Where names remain
As tangible as breath,

And call him out
To disavow,
And spurn the sight of Death.”