Muspeli Coffee

I was given the task of writing a poem about mythology or a coffee shop. I chose both.

Gone, gone was all my magic. Hollow,
my art no longer pretends.
I left, a weary soul wandering
lost across the planes.

Streetlamps dim illumed my cobbled way
across a bridge. Bifrost named.
The ensuing town, fallen ruins,
grew out of the ghosts
who shifted and swirled all around me.
Wherever my eyes were not
they escaped through the barrier mist,
and I grew afraid.

Barong or Aitu? I did not wait.
To the nearest structure I
hurried. Above, a sign gave the name:
Muspeli Coffee.
The door, behind, shut against my fears.
Cold, my blood began to warm.

"What, if you could, would you wayfarer?"
Came a new question,
I turned to face my inquisitor,
and faceless, he too, faced me.

Coffee, I supposed his meaning, "Black,
I would like mine black."

"Black you have, else you could not be here,"
he liplessly replied in turn.

"Who are you?" I asked of him, who's face
I now saw was bone.

"Ankou," he said, and smiled as skulls must,
blessed without the flesh to frown.
The fire glow flashed white on his hand,
waving he began:

"Welcome to Legend's End, Muspelheim,
the musileum of tales,
the resting place of fays, giants, and gods,
the tomb of heroes.
The myths come here when their fame is done,
waiting while memory fades
from history to be born anew...
Here is your coffee."

"How came I to this fairytale?"

"Fairytale? We are real as
words, true as paintings, alive as dreams.
Close your eyes and see."

I raised my face from my desk and blinked.
Tired eyes found my pen
and began. Morning epics
make my coffee sweet.

Author's Note

I don't want to call this one finished yet, so I'd love any suggestions.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I thought this was a very interesting clever written piece, and far different than anything I've seen. The only line I can make a suggestion for in this piece is "The ensuing town, ruin rather" I would change that and tweak around with that line.

A line that comes to my mind that may be alright is
"the ensuing town, left in ruins grew out of the ghosts who shifted and swirled all around me"

Great Write.

Rayne