The Ishavar

The Ishvar
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They feel him ~ in whispered black deeps
some form
wrought of fair taled fancies
and thieves of sleep.
Stripped of fear, thus honor, thus name
an extinct
their minds seek not its image
nor memories retain.

This species once so proud with gifting
centuries full
with vigored life in prowl
of earthly shiftings.
When mortals more something to be sought
and then
more to muse and think much less
to give a thought.

But Oh' how death and deadly was their kind
and Ishvar fell
Percieving not their numbers nor evils hold
on mortal minds.
Once, long before time was time- and law
He called
and the elements themselves gathered
in Ishvars awe.
no more.....no more.

Yet,_ awhile...
when bloodied moon and corpse filled tides

will come
And the Ishavar free of mortal seed will quit
this hide.

*Thus' hidden in foliage of long anticipates
bides time
for their clawed prints to once again
dot the landscape.

For now........he waits

   (©. 2009 Mea.)