The FountA Poem by Cylis Derrens
The Fount
An old king
The father of us all
How long has he slept?
None of us truly know
There was a time he
walked among us
Where could have touched him
and seen his face
What has awoken him?
Why has he awoken from his
resting place?
A child?
A young girl?
She can’t be more than eight
Why is she so special?
Why for her would our king feel
even the slightest touch of concern?
She is the child of a human
Merely food
Why does he protect her?
I must be missing something
I looked into past
Nothing stood out
Looking at her arm
A mark seems to stand out
It’s a birthmark
As strange as it may seem
It looks familiar
But I can’t remember where
I can hear him at the door
In a few second he will
burst in
What’s the missing piece of the
Puzzle?
Why is she important to him?
The mark
The mark
I remember now
No it can’t be
They were all wiped out
Every member of that tribe
None could have survived
I was so careful
My servants took their time
He had been asleep for many
years
Surely he forgot
The door bursts in
My servants attack
I make my escape
I have made a terrible mistake
Even now
I know he will hunt me down
It’s just a matter of time
One day he will come
And he is merciful I will die
quickly
© 2008 Cylis DerrensAuthor's Note
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