| SORCEROUS SIGNALS |
| Written by Charles Von Nordheim / Artwork by Marge Simon |
| Plea From the Throne |
King Sean raised his cup, “Strike the harp chord, bard,”
he said. “Sing of days when men of might fought,
when thoughts of intelligent trees were brought
on sweet winds to ears of those who stood guard
over the sacred oak groves, when priests jarred
demons in lapis pots so they could wrought
no evil, when gods on maidens begot
heroes who served without guile or canard.”
King Sean quaffed his wine. “The magic is gone,”
he said. “We let the scared grove catch fire,
the temple walls are tumbled. Black rats teem
in the ruins. Yesterday’s blood red dawn
fades to rust. But songs anon doth make entire
what we destroyed,” he said as tears did stream.
he said. “Sing of days when men of might fought,
when thoughts of intelligent trees were brought
on sweet winds to ears of those who stood guard
over the sacred oak groves, when priests jarred
demons in lapis pots so they could wrought
no evil, when gods on maidens begot
heroes who served without guile or canard.”
King Sean quaffed his wine. “The magic is gone,”
he said. “We let the scared grove catch fire,
the temple walls are tumbled. Black rats teem
in the ruins. Yesterday’s blood red dawn
fades to rust. But songs anon doth make entire
what we destroyed,” he said as tears did stream.
Chuck lives near Dayton, OH, by a river. The river has neither water
sprites or trolls, but is rife with the ordinary magic of ducks and summer
kayakers.
His poetry has also appeared in Twisted Dreams Magazine and Every
Day Poets.
sprites or trolls, but is rife with the ordinary magic of ducks and summer
kayakers.
His poetry has also appeared in Twisted Dreams Magazine and Every
Day Poets.