Chapter Thirty-Six – Muab


The old black woman looked ancient with wrinkles
like the rings of a tree through-out her, face
Her voice cackled as she sang nursery rhymes
moreover, riddles of old in a quick, timed  pace.

She measured and stirred the brew in her
black iron cauldron, a healing potion.
In strength, she cast into her brew,
swishing her skirts, always in motion.

Her flowing garments were faded
cloth that once held colors bold
Of red, purple and green; in hues and
shades of a bright glittering gold.

Her bosom heavy, singing and
humming as she spooned into a bowl
Her elixir for the Dragon of Cobalt
Blue with the bright loving soul
.

Muab had dreamed of her and waited
patiently for the time
when she would come upon one that
sang and spoke rhyme

In a primal rhythm, glowing
with an aura of azure blue
As in Muab’s vision, chanting
Keltoi words glided and flew

On magick wings of grace
To arrive in this place
As the final key, she would know
How to return with the fault lines flow

Muab held a spoon to the Dragon’s lips
DragonBlue carefully, hungrily from it sips

Slowly opening
her eyes
to see peeling
wallpaper, scanning
up to a moldy ceiling
in decay.

The voice Dragon Blue
had heard through
the wall began
to chant, Muab’s body
to rock and slowly
to sway…

This world they had found themselves in
Created by the Dark Lord, blackness to spin
Wedged between dimensions to capture all
Who held the life force in the magick call.