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Alistair Muir, 8 february 2012

Melissa -- Above The Celestial City

Melissa
– Above The Celestial City

He
went straight to where Melissa was sleeping
She
was deathly pale but that always occurred
When
her astral projection was out of her body
She
had not returned when she was supposed

It
was obvious to him that somehow – trapped

In
the other realm she was restrained by somebody
But
how? She was a white mage – pure and feared

Something incredibly portentous
was happening

The
smell assaulted his nasal passages and he
Realised
that he was no longer alone – it was
A
gargoyle but three steps in front was the keeper

His
face was ravaged and burnt where the power
Of
the glyph stome had worked its magic – it
Had
to hurt intensely – he pointed at Melissa –

the
keeper said but one
word:
“Come” – and
he
knew that there were
no
options – for some reason
it
required the two of them
for
whatever lay in store
he
had to go

He
was pushed through the portal roughly
Followed
instantly by the Gargoyle and the
Keeper
– once there he was flanked on
Both
sides by two more Gargoyles who

Were
there to prevent escape – he had few
Options
– he was led to the city whereupon
He
caught sight of Melissa – prevented he
Was
from any communication – completely

She
was attired in her white mage's robes
Which
normally would have looked beautiful
Since
the fabric was weightless and without

Friction
– they shimmered and one could
Almost
feel the power comtained within
She
was however held in black magic restraint

Flanked
on either sides
They
marched him up the crystal steps
Above
the ceiling of cloud
To
watch the battle-game

Two
magi appeared in the sky above the Celestial City
One
wearing the white robes of the Summoner
One
wearing the black robes of the Black Mage
Evenly
matched
A
fight to the death

He
could do nothing but watch as his guardians
Two
gargoyles of the Styxian Imperial Guard
Stood
close to his side preventing movement
He
could neither move or make good an escape

A
thunder cloud
Dark
- - menacing
Lit
up from within by periodic bolts of purest white Lightning – an
amorphous form continually
Changing
form – increasing in size
A
lethal weapon in the hands of
A
black mage

She
was ready
Instantly
a tear appeared in the sky
An
ear-splitting shriek
The
rift grew wider –
A
summons

A
beast several stories high breached the rift
The
tear immediately sealing
It
was a cross between a minatour
And
a dragon – a Megaloth – capable of casting
Powerful
fire and ice magic

It
hovered before the cloud
Its
powerful wings causing a downdraft that he
Could
feel from the raised
Dais
on which he and his captors stood
He
waited...

Melissa
was to embark upon a battle with a mage
Whose
power was equal to if not eclipsing that
Of
his love – he realised also that should she die
Here
on the battle-field her real body would

Sink
into a vegetative coma from which she could
Never
recover – the battle was designed to try
Out
the powers of each mage and to see just what
Would
occur between a monster and a pure sage

He
was a ball of frustration being helpless to
Assist
her but at the same time he knew her
Power
was phenomenal – he had witnessed it

But
here in this realm it was a different thing
Entirely
– this was not just good versus evil
This
was white against black on their soil

To
be continued...

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Alistair Muir, 5 february 2012

Welcome To The Modern World

Welcome
To The Modern World

He
picked up the razor blade and turned

His
attention to the mirror and the white
Powder
on its surface – shakily he chopped
Out
another two long lines and picked up a bill

He
took a deep breath and was contented –
Once
more another few minutes of respite
From
this world so diseased and corrupted --
Constant
use had made him mentally ill

His
world was one of survival – no food or

Electric
or gas just coke and sod the world
His
appearance had declined along with his

Health
and his flat was a garbage pit of empty
Food
cartons - - cans and bottles – all manner
Of
human detritus – welcome to the modern world

Welcome
To The Modern World

He
picked up the razor blade and turned
His
attention to the mirror and the white
Powder
on its surface – shakily he chopped
Out
another two long lines and picked up a bill

He
took a deep breath and was contented –
Once
more another few minutes of respite
From
this world so diseased and corrupted --
Constant
use had made him mentally ill

His
world was one of survival – no food or
Electric
or gas just coke and sod the world
His
appearance had declined along with his

Health
and his flat was a garbage pit of empty
Food
cartons - - cans and bottles – all manner
Of
human detritus – welcome to the modern world

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Alistair Muir, 5 february 2012

A Fresh New Beginning

A Fresh New Beginning

The
sky was overcast porpenting doom
He
sat quietly alone in the gloomy room

He sat
at the table still playing with the ring
His
memories of the night flashed before his

Tired
and weary eyes that were still stinging
From
the tears he'd shed just after she'd left
He felt
instantly lonely and totally bereft
It had
not taken long for the return of longing
For her
loving embrace – Oh G-d what was this
Hell he
was in? Why was it now occurring?

They
had been together too long to give in
He had
never strayed – never once even looked
At
another woman but yes - - although he worked
Hard he
also played hard – he didn't spend enough
Quality
time with her and although what she'd

Done
was dreadful – he was partly to blame

He
buried his head in his hands – sobbing
The car
slowed and pulled up outside
The
sound of raised voices filled the air
Then
the sound of the car door slamming
She let
herself in – her overcoat dripping
At
first they could only stand and stare
They
talked and smiled then did decide
To make
a fresh start – a fresh new beginning

They
held hands - - looking and feeling old stirrings
A
portent of what was to come – new beginnings

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Alistair Muir, 4 february 2012

Broken-hearted

Broken-hearted

The
sky was overcast porpenting doom
He
sat quietly alone in the gloomy room

He
sat at the window staring out into the rain
From
his vantage point he saw the clock and
Saw
that it was four in the morning and dark
She
had been gone for six hours after that
Dreadful
argument over – well over what
He
didn't want to think again – to embark
On
another history of her dalliance – hand
In
hand with another man caused such pain

But
it was true – she was seeing another and
It
had been going on under his nose for some
Time
now – he felt such a fool and so hurt
They
had argued and she had stormed out
Into
the rain leaving everything behind her
He
now waited for her return – to sort it out

Unseen
to him the back door opened and she
Entered
– bedraggled and soaking wet – he
Moved
to embrace her but she moved away
She
picked up her keys and he began to sway
Knowing
in his heart that it was now too late
Moving
for the door he ran – begged her to wait
But
she shook him off – angry - - eyes wide
The
sound of a horn – a car waited outside –

She
said nothing – gave him her ring and departed
Leaving
him cold and weak-kneed – broken-hearted

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Other poems: Melissa -- Above The Celestial City, Welcome To The Modern World, A Fresh New Beginning, Broken-hearted,