Comicbook: "Puckadoodle" Page 2 (of 18).

 

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Fed up with Puck's constant drinking, the King takes matters into his own hands.
Page 3 coming soon. Possibly Sunday!

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Let's start this off! In which the King confronts Puck about his excessive revelry.
Page 2 should be up Wednesday. If not, then definetly Saturday! Hope you enjoy! <3

poetry from "Shards" collection: Ballerina Music Box

I wanted to be that glass ballerina there,
In the music box, with real human hair.
She spins the moment you open up
and the notes sing us to sleep.
I could stand watch while you dream,
I remain on point  in case you should scream.
Awake at midnight when the shadows
flit across your room.

If I could be that toy
I could be your lullaby.
If I could be that dancer
You could never tell me goodbye.
I shall never judge
I shall never say a thing
And I have faith you will never
break me.

I wanted to be something with tiny gears
That you could turn on for your ears
Around bedtime when lullabies are crucial
For you to find your sleep.
I could stand watch while you dream,
I remain on point  in case you should scream.
Awake at midnight when the shadows
flit across your room.

If I could be yours
I could be your lullaby.
If I could be that dancer
Yours until you would find
Something new to love
Something new to keep
I always had faith  you would
break me.

Am I so easily discarded?
Am I so easily discarded?

poetry: from "Shards"- Serpent's Milk

I call the spirits
To burn my sins, to penetrate.
But all the sweating
and dancing does not sway Fate.

"Please possess me,
Make me pay
in cruelest turns and blackest pain.
For all I hurt,"
I cry and say.
But their answers hiss all the same.

"The serpent's milk.
The serpent's milk.
Only the hurt can serve you it."

When I crossed her,
four shades darker
fell upon my chains.
A shadow slithers--
won't come hither--
as I lie prostrate.

They whisper to me
"You cannot, through rattling
Snakes and your holy beads,
Earn from the crossed, pity."

"Then please help me earn
Please, spirits burn
Even if I must cremate whole,
For parched, charred clemency."

The serpent's milk.
The serpent's milk.
Only the wronged can offer it.

Take my heart and
bravest parts to
feed the fire high!
Grind my bones
to chalk your homes with
apotropaic lines.

"When lunacy stirs you,
Turn 'way from the Moon,
go to your harmed kin in the nude.

"Drink from their cup.
Drink from their cup.
You may heal.
You may die.
But only your victim's cup will suffice."

Only your cup will suffice.

(c) 2013 Luz Briar.

poem: No Altar

No Altar

What I’d give to stop the ache

To end the twisting, knotting pain

I would sacrifice to have that pit tamed

But it asks for nothing

No deity calls for offerings

No voice of thunder commands,

No blood-thirsty serpents

What can slip the ground back

Beneath my calloused feet?

What force can loosen

Knots as tight as these?

Still, though not commanded

I fall to a kneel…

When shall this longing break me?

Nothing  cracks the ice though

Nothing offers reprieve

Nothing rewards, nothing scolds.

My writhing torment...

Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!

And the pit, it grows and grows…

(c)2010 Luz Briar.